This is a song about "Rap na"

Na no one ever gave her little shits

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I am the personification of rap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

No car key and i mean that

Just a kid tranna rap

He finally begins to rap,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Top dropped down, black on black

Tryin to show off a rap