This is a song about "Generating a rap"

Imma marvel, a rap avenger

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I'mma ... hrrr ... oh a flock can't rap

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

You got a corny flow and some phony rap

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

This rap thing is a book...

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Rap is one of a kind.

Pay my haters not too much mind

I'mma sign that work and release that

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,