This is a song about "Rap i am number 1 champion"

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

I want to be the number 1 rapper in quebec

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

I am the personification of rap

I am transforming, into a rap spirit,

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

A crony capitalist corporate lobbyist champion of the 1 percent,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

I swooped up the number 1 pick like i had the scoop from the