This is a song about "A rap battles"

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

I win battles like a lucky winner in a contest

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Just a kid tranna rap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Friendly battles and instrumentally attacks

With your full name in a rap.

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

That's why in every line i just clever rhyme and every time i fit in syllables,

Your photo is delivering a massive message it says that you can't even rap in the rap battles