This is a song about "Rap and robots"

Or closed casket for our troubles

Just emerged and already rap circles

Twista finna get up on the track

And this rap meaning that i'm coming back.

Y'all over the hill like you tryna race a soapbox

People know not but still they grind and work like robots,

I don't know why i'm even on this track

And tupac the original king of rap

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Can barely walk the city streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

She can only live for the moment

Can't stand without writing rap and