This is a song about "You re good but i m better"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Yeah i know you think you're good, but in reality you can't rap.

And even as i re-read this i think i am crazy, but i'm not.

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

But you better choose carefully

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Better hide yourself good cause i come down chimneys

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

You think im only good well im better best,

But you better switch your lane before i spit you some damage

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Yeah i know you think you're good, but in reality you can't rap.

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that