This is a song about "Rap headache"

I felt a bit sympathetic so i just gave him a headache,

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Try to jack and i will attack

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Got a headache, shit half a vicodin, why can't i

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Can't win with a passive attack

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

We never tattle, let god handle that

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Your lyrics are shit got me headache in my head

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

This that black elohim anunnaki rap