This is a song about "Absence of rapping"

But he don't rule a thing

Ever since i started rapping,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

It's normal to get pissed cause it's a facts that you are rapping like a piece of shit.

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Write how to stop rapping like a piece of cheat

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

So here i am at the store for some chips

Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

I am capable of rapping,

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

I flit words in the speed of light, your raps ain't tight so quit rapping tonight