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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I spit hard on point like a fuckin cactus

Your family tree must be a cactus cause everyone on it is a prick.

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

You, you, you have to pay for that

Tryin to show off a rap

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

A digital visuals about to appear

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

So i'm one with that

Just a kid tranna rap

Yo randy, fuck yo matchsticks, go suck on a cactus.

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status