This is a song about "Napping"

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I make the best single syllable raps even while napping

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

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

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/

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

Dealin with no mom, all the pain i've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear

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

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song