This is a song about "My rapping is artistic"

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Verse 1: me rapping is my 2nd greatest dream of all time.

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers

Rapping to this beat is hard!!

A working genius, a work of art

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

For you rapping is not meant to be

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

What you're lacking is good rapping/

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Artistic individuality