This is a song about "You are not good at rapping"

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

So quit talk about how good you are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

For you rapping is not meant to be

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Rather then feeling guilty cause i'm not as good as they are

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon