This is a song about "You got no life for rapping"

[ding ding] oh hi there maid what have you got for me today? no cake?

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

It's easy life,you got so much bitches

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Westside, bitch i run mine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

You have no talent, why did you even start rapping

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

Sorry man rapping for a you is invalid, bitch you just lack such a talent,

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Have you ever felt like, you finally got life