This is a song about "Rap battl"

This is the pinnacle of rap

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

It's all good, finna dog that

I don't know how to rap,

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Crap thank fuck for underground rap,

I am the personification of rap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Twista finna get up on the track

He finally begins to rap,

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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