This is a song about "Comeback rap"

I am the personification of rap

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I don't even know why i'm coming back with a comeback,

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

He finally begins to rap,

It's all good, finna dog that

They told me i can't rap

Well, i can handle that

You wasted my rhyming replying back to me without a comeback

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

May day, comeback it has been this way rub my back, then let me lay, fuck

Better have a good comeback i'll grind you up like a vitamix blender.

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever