This is a song about "Rap lioness"

They told me i can't rap

It's all good, finna dog that

Baby all i do is rap

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

Dont need consent to rap

He finally begins to rap,

There's crack, there's crack

You got reason to brag

Slowly, so therefore i rap

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

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

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack