This is a song about "Begening to rap"

Ill end you will to rap

It ain't like that

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

There's crack, there's crack

Play your hand, i'm made to rap;

What influences you to rap

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Aint no normal gal learning to rap

To every verse of my rap

I just wanna be higher than that