This is a song about "My forst rap"

Asteroid showers are my solution to rap cowards

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

With my rap your gonna need translators

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Where the hell is my mental rap?!

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Castle and crooks sweater

And my rap is a lecture

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I smoke beats my rap is religious

I'm gonna make you tap to my rap

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Im gonna kill again next time, with my another rap.