This is a song about "Finding raps on google"

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

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

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Writin these raps, spittin on traps, playin some craps,

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

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

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Wreck raps on tracks call it homicidal,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

"no need for google, the kids a search engine"

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

A flashback to the days where i used to backtrack on my raps