This is a song about "Fake rap off"

Let me start this off with a little rap lesson

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

I'm all about the art of rap/ i'll knock off your starter cap

Mac hippie analog, you rap midi, turn the camera's off, i make you snap and slap your bandana off

What if i confess my love and mess up the only chance i have..what if i don't and just toss/

When you rap it sounds like you've beaten off a piece of meat that's to big to chew

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

You can think i'm a fake,

I feel good, i look great

Can't say i killed the fake rap game, they would've booked me

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

This response was just the appetizer, made up off fertillizer, yeah my rap is shit.