This is a song about "Atlanta rap"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

The door crack, niggas all black

Ill end you will to rap

To every verse of my rap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

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