This is a song about "He was making fun of me in a rap"

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

He asked me if i was ready to go, because i was in for a wild ride

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns to hold down

I'm leaving in an act of a clown making everybody lough in the town,

When he was say rap god he was talkin bout me

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Make fun of my raps, it was an expression

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Addicted to the hobby of making rap writings

He probably doesn't know that rap was a piece of crap

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Making fun of a queer

Ain't that your worst fear