This is a song about "Engaged in rapping"

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

They fasting they won't leave me ate

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

My ignorance shit never stopped me though, you think you shit rapping in slow mo

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

Rapping for a grip you better hold tight, stoned in every moment cause i smoke, light

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Hating my macking, they asking

Ever since i started rapping,

We symbolize in surprise rapping in overdrive its our rise to the sky

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry