This is a song about "My raps are on fire"

My raps are just so damn ill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Too perfect they think i'm bionic my raps are super sonic

My raps are violent so wheres my next patient

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Raps are pawn shops, on top non-stop like shady,

And all women who had light features, see

Try to jack and i will attack

My raps are good, yours are bad..

And just maybe i will go easy on you little ( g ), cause your raps are ( o ), made my comp blow

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I'm the head coach of the team

Fire on my mind like im green