This is a song about "Economics rap"

Ill end you will to rap

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I don't know how to rap,

No car key and i mean that

This is the pinnacle of rap

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

See i let my nigga split that

The reason why i rap

Bet i'm heavy with that

Imma spit this angry rap

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

We never tattle, let god handle that