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

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Stay in taxes we as good at you

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

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

I'm white and i'm good at rapping, so get the fuck over it,

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see