This is a song about "Napping"

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

I make the best single syllable raps even while napping

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

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

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

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

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill

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