This is a song about "Rap gid"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Here come a technical rap

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

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

And sense when because i rap,

Or let the mob handle that

They told me i can't rap

The real muscle in the message of that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

What influences me to rap

Ill end you will to rap

It ain't like that

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that