This is a song about "Generating a rap"

My rap is a bio hazard

Making a movie, spike work

Here come a technical rap

I just wanna be higher than that

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Tryin to show off a rap

I'm about to snap

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Generating celebrations.