This is a song about "Finding raps on google"

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I'm intense, my raps light niggas on fire like incense,

Your raps ain't got shit on half what the kings written

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

If out of line

I put my raps on vine,

My raps gone on forever, they carry loose

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

He dreamed to get on his raps 10000 vote

Sorry, i know that words to big for you, she bout to look that shit up on google

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

So i ended up all alone

I often use google chrome