This is a song about "Imma rappin"

I got a rappin key.

Fuck that now trying get the money

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Five shots she ready to leave

Home of the rappin disease

Keep rappin about green cause you're gettin stoned to death

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

She all on my skin

To hear the rebel rappin'