This is a song about "Rap creole it s so good"

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I first new i could rap, knew i was good at it

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

God damn it feels so good to get this off my chest

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

So rhyme a good line or it might even be you

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

So i guess it would be good if you keep your mouth shut

So calm and so sound, u rap battle kats might aswell say fuk it/

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet