This is a song about "My rapping better than your rapping"

I'm rapping for my mates

For the occasion, paper planes

Told him don't touch my og kush it's better than your keef

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Fuck story telling rapping, my raps not traditional

I start evaluating, then my final intuition

Since i started rapping ive risen my diction

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

My beastness, is that a word? then that's upsurd, witness me rapping,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

My rapping is ether

And i hope you a believer

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

It's moe, all i need is more chips