This is a song about "Born to sing"

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

Aint no flows in the ring aint no reason to sing

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Okay i'm ready now, to let my soul sing.

So i went down south but i ended up north

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

To emancipate to participate born new candidate born president no longer a resident

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

'cuz my dad always saw me try to make my scripts sing.

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Whenever he felt down he started to sing,

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

Is at his feet, the crowd they reach, to sing and preach/