This is a song about "Beggining of a rap"

See i'm the jordan of rap, you're like a retarded d. wade

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Looking like ya shit you britches in a heavy rap of mist

You flake n your soft a waste to us all your a prisoner of this rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

This is the pinnacle of rap

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

He probably doesn't know that rap was a piece of crap

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

To every verse of my rap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that