This is a song about "I rap this shit"

Soul brother number two, i'm the one now

Back then, this rap shit, i had it figured out, (how?)

Deezy, runs this rap shit,

You, you, you have to pay for that

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

But with this beat that's not the vibe so that shit i won't rap about

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

I live in reality, rap some real shit

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

In this rap shit i run on foot from coastline to coastline a fuckin' thousand times

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit