This is a song about "My forst rap"

Well man i do the yacht

My rap is like a gunshot

Lady at the frank stand will

This is my first rap battle

As i light one for ill will

To rap to my full potential

It's all good, finna dog that

Where the hell is my mental rap?!

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

I smoke beats my rap is religious

Don’t you be holding back, your love

My rap does sound stupid,

I'm on my uk shit

With my rap your gonna need translators

We are being wiped off the face of this earth