This is a song about "Back at the rap"

Not looking back at the fact that i quit rap

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

But at least thats the reason she learned how to rap

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

I’m superman with the wind at his back,

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that