This is a song about "My rap beat"

This is the second verse i could probably beat you writing my rap in reverse,

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

I beat rap, they screaming shit rihanna its a trap.

So the devil that drove in her got in control

My lyrics on this beat, overflowing casserole

I murder every beat with a rap, the ink i jot kills

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And beat the fascists, my lineage fantastic,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Part of my heart beat, inside of me