This is a song about "A rymming rap"

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Because your committing a rap crime.

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

See i let my nigga split that

Just a kid tranna rap

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

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Come back next time with a better rap

Cause now you got me hopped up on that