This is a song about "Not making a rap song"

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

We live life a rap for it there not understanding it

I'm not playing, i might as well be making a bomb

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,

Where every recipient, property of the state

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

This is not rap ending that's a movie starting

Filipino rap making music i'm pretty confident

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt