This is a song about "Rap fracas"

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

He finally begins to rap,

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Dont need consent to rap

Sneak up on attack

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

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Or let the mob handle that

Crap thank fuck for underground rap,

I don't know how to rap,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

This is the pinnacle of rap

The third one is mixed, white and black

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that