This is a song about "Im sitting her thinking of a rap"

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Im sitting here laughin because of the shit you say,

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Probably die getting some head

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Come at me im sick of studio gangster thinking there music is whats happening

Not a time pass without crying and thinking bout her

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

But he don't rule a thing

This ain't easy, im thinking

Im done, hopefully you now know im the one son of the true rap god, sent in a heavenly pod,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Im admitedly full of mad rage and locked in a no rap cage

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but