This is a song about "A rap lengend"

Come back next time with a better rap

See i let my nigga split that

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I'mma ... hrrr ... oh a flock can't rap

This rap thing is a book...

My nigga, no hook

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

You wanna rap me aren't u ashamed ? ,i don't rap a dame

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Trying to get his life together, or what not

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god