This is a song about "Rap bot"

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I am the personification of rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

The reason why i rap

He finally begins to rap,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Imma spit this angry rap

Now you got me hopped up on that

Dont need consent to rap

Well, i can handle that

I'm not, wrote this like a bot

I smoke and let the tree talk

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

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