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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Do you think i should quit rapping, and fucking stick to good merits?

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

For you rapping is not meant to be

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

But thats not good enough for you

She gonna dance when that molly through

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

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