This is a song about "My rap so shine"

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Keep it moving with the pine, yeah its my time to shine

So i can just rap about my mistakes.

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

We aint taking turns its my time to shine

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

My flows so sick when i rap i need nurses,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

It's my time to shine, and it's a sign that my rhymes

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

My rap is magical sparks, so dark witches, behold this

Try on this rap battle my flows so unbelievable

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle