This is a song about "Any rap"

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I keeping asking me will there be any rap in the elevation of the generation

What time is it, huh? check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

So now this work's been worthless

Down any thoughts of us

So here i am at the store for some chips

Defiance to any higher presence,

I don't fuckin' rap about any drugs that i don't do,

I could think of a couple positions for you

Little more weed, first class seats

Attain it by any means

His reputation can't get any lower

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Were barely any fair it seems,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks