This is a song about "First rap verse"

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Bomb first what's your worst think you're a cursed bitch in a verse

Real at first i like the verse, what's worse is later and such.

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Kick, rock tha 2nd verse betta' than tha first showin'

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

First verse i'm over with,now starting the second,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Caught myself puttin' rap first and other stuff under

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

My first rap is off the dome, no beat just rap along.

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

First verse is killing rappers, as soon as rappers die,