This is a song about "Auto rap"

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Grand theft auto: vice city too

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Snapple fact: you rather wack

The michael myers of rap,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Dont need consent to rap

And sense when because i rap,

Can't win with a passive attack

Bet i'm heavy with that

I don't know how to rap,

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat