This is a song about "Napping"

The thing you call 'rapping', too brief 'n' he fall napping,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Getting real tired of your shit, now i'm napping/

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Haven't felt this hungry since i started rapping, capping bitches like it was napping/

Like a handless teenager fapping, was napping where'd i go wrong

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

I make the best single syllable raps even while napping

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

You're a circus act, more worthless crap than a napping mexican i can refill

Listeners listen, revealing political positions like "screw this queer"