This is a song about "Economics rap"

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Now you got me hopped up on that

They told me i can't rap

You know, work that

Dont need consent to rap

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

To every verse of my rap

It's all good, finna dog that

I don't know how to rap,

See i let my nigga split that