This is a song about "Rap na"

Educate yourselves, of africa

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

Saying they this and that

I don't know how to rap,

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

What influences you to rap

I'm from the number one place on the map

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them