This is a song about "Make a good in long rap"

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Yeah i know you think you're good, but in reality you can't rap.

Because everybody in this rap game make shit i'm a walking miracle with

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Creating more of an anarchy than a democracy i was hoping my rap would make shit happen for good,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoodsseen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

I travel long distance just to stuff your body in a crate

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Iv not long joined rap pad

A good time, havent had one in a long time, tell everybody, even the geeks

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

In 10 years, asians will be fuckin comin to make rap right!

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side