This is a song about "A fast rap about eminem"

Rap about waving a nine, doing some crime

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Would i rap fast or slow or a little of both, i had to think.

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

Rap spread fast like a rash now it's over the hedge

Can’t say my name but rap about a nigga’s wife

My lady friends never really be into the life

I rap fast they rap plod, i'm living in fantasy with ma rap rod

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

I'm a wigga who aint gon rap that much about the streets.

We're still locked in, not a rakim or an eminem

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

To eat a half a cup of cinnamon i was inspired rap by my brother and eminem

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb