This is a song about "Napping"

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

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

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

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

I make the best single syllable raps even while napping

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

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

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