This is a song about "Economics rap"

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Baby all i do is rap

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

And you all will respect that

I don't know how to rap,

Still unravelling rap

Top dropped down, black on black

This is the pinnacle of rap

She was wet off the bat

Dont need consent to rap

Can't win with a passive attack