This is a song about "Rap generators"

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

This is the pinnacle of rap

One night love: i'mma need that

Slowly, so therefore i rap

Make the fingers snap

And sense when because i rap,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Imma spit this angry rap

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Snapple fact: you rather wack

They told me i can't rap