This is a song about "I m a rap"

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds