This is a song about "Best rapping"

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Just got to keep rapping

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Ever since i started rapping,

I love the way you're standing

But it aint gonna happen while i'm rapping

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I am capable of rapping,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

That i started rapping

Bun b, i’m underground king

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

To feel a bit rapid, about rapping

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out