This is a song about "A rap about a cactus"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

A digital visuals about to appear

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Cops give a damn about a negro

Tryin to show off a rap

Pass that, catch back, fast that