This is a song about "Rap duel"

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Down the hall and don't duel me

Than the muse of a family

The michael myers of rap,

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

They told me i can't rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I am the personification of rap

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Now you got me hopped up on that

Ill end you will to rap

Well, i can handle that

Still unravelling rap