This is a song about "I love rappin"

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

When i first started rappin’ i’m sure you had doubt

I met zylo, now i'm rappin wit him.

I love all the inspiration

I will never stop rappin to you haters because it's my alacrity,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Im an assasin when im rappin i got some murderous intentions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

I grab the mic, rappin' tighter than a christmas present,

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I met zylo, now i'm rappin wit him.