This is a song about "Chance the rapper s good ass intro"

I know what you do with that

The outline which you n****s out dated

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Made it out my city like chance the rapper and living

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

Til they're as good as d12's kon artis

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Im the nonstop rapper

Im the nonstop rapper

Poke out from behind her

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

These weak ass motherfuckin rapper cats is just a fad