This is a song about "Generating a rap"

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Fuck a motherfucker who say he only fuck with real rap/

Generating celebrations.

So here i am at the store for some chips

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

Just a kid tranna rap

Cause we done did that

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

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock