This is a song about "Catchy rap"

You got reason to brag

They told me i can't rap

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

I do the bookie, you do the matchie, you're catchy! got me shook

I don't know how to rap,

I know what you do with that

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

With this really awesome cuss rap

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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