This is a song about "A rymming rap"

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

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

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

Rap is one of a kind.

If they find that stash box just one time

Because your committing a rap crime.

Tryin to show off a rap

I know what you do with that

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap