This is a song about "Your rapping"

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Spitting rhymes and rapping

Your rapping is tragically sad and you have to go practice

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Your all talk and no pack rapping action or word forming.

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Homo you should realize that your rapping with the rap mayor

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Ever since i started rapping,

Just got to keep rapping

I'm the sushi king

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