This is a song about "Generating a rap"

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Just a kid tranna rap

Or let the mob handle that

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same

You wanna rap me aren't u ashamed ? ,i don't rap a dame

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god