This is a song about "Rap"

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

And sense when because i rap,

Just a kid tranna rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

No car key and i mean that

I don't know how to rap,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Here come a technical rap

Saying they this and that

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

Imma spit this angry rap

Twista finna get up on the track