This is a song about "Rap and robots"

I am tough leather

And my rap is a lecture

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

And this rap meaning that i'm coming back.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Genuine leather ill be the glue that bring reality and rap

And throw your rap away

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

You dont rap and im not a jew

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

I don't like y'all rap topics and y'all rap logic,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit