This is a song about "Bad rapping"

I delete they history

I'll be rapping till infinity

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Cause what you're doing ain't rapping

And my only fear's a wedding ring

While im rapping flows on beats

Get blown like lawn leaves

Flapjack, ooh he bring

That i started rapping

Choking on them white boys make a black panther

Cuz im the female rapping master

Hating my macking, they asking

I am capable of rapping,

They don't hear the bark

Rapping to this beat is hard!!