This is a song about "Black kids don t rap"

Im a true black man rap is my game,

I wanted the money and never the fame

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

It's check out time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Pay dues like a hair salon

We in the mob im the don,

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Make sure to give them my all

You don;t thin anymore

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Who don't need a deal to rap hard, or even the appeal of a black card