This is a song about "No rap"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

You're no rap genius, so go home to your planet venus

I do this rap shit for fun it ain't no career

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Im made of just rap no quire shit.

Aint no normal gal learning to rap

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

They calling me the hottest in the game

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

I rape verses and fuck rap from behind, but i'm no criminal,

Fuck that now trying get the money

Man this is real rap with no fee