This is a song about "Rap bot"

This some food for thought

I'm not, wrote this like a bot

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

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

You're gonna flop like british hip hop, im a rap bot

I don't know how to rap,

I'm about to snap

The door crack, niggas all black

Imma spit this angry rap

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Just a kid tranna rap

Can’t you hear that

To every verse of my rap

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap