This is a song about "Dont stop rapping"

Dont stop till you see that fame, and the pressure seems to fade

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Without you i dont think i would be rapping right now

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

This beat that he's rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

So take the stage just show me what you got

Just got to keep rapping

I love the way you're standing

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Ill stop now before ill be rapping for minutes

Give it to her raw, dont stop til i nut

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club