This is a song about "Cleans verse rap"

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Looking at the pretty smile, that cleans my soul from all the bad ways

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

This is a rap with no rehearse, 8 bars for each verse

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Every verse that i rap/ is a certain attack

Ugh this whole verse is wack, i cant rap cuz im the opposite of black,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

If i sent my dad letters

You cant deliver one verse,

Bf king is ready to finish the verse,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years