This is a song about "Rap bohemia"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Dont need consent to rap

Or let the mob handle that

They told me i can't rap

Tryin to show off a rap

It's all good, finna dog that

And sense when because i rap,

You, you, you have to pay for that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Here come a technical rap

I'm about to snap

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap