This is a song about "Active raps"

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

From an african american stance

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

But even you had the chance to act like you got active

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

Though independently active, somehow they act in synch,

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

And even worse my raps

They just wanna dance

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Who stays up at night just writing raps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Quick with the intricate raps

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Dumb rhymes/ my mind active/ a pro giving y'all classes/ so pay attention/