This is a song about "Fast rap about bitches"

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I rap fast they rap plod, i'm living in fantasy with ma rap rod

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Alright man stop rappin about getting bitches

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Money fast like eminem's rap

Make room for the groom married to his music

I think next time i rap i'll do it fast and thick

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Point being don't rap about problems, rap about solving them