This is a song about "Modern rap shit"

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

This rap shit is systematic

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

I live in reality, rap some real shit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Rap nah man that shit is lame

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

Denni-c, i run this rap shit.

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Cause someday this rap shit gon' pay.

And all of that was okay