This is a song about "Producing the flow and king and smart rapping"

I've been rapping, tapping, and clapping ever since the middle ages,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I got rhythm and flow and the syncopation

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Im just rapping and living and then collecting the dividends

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Don't change your mind and call me the rap game king

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

And smart enough to flee the scene when the block is lit

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Rapping and talking the same, rapping's in my genetics

I'm at the top of this world and i'm crowned as king

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working