This is a song about "Rap na"

Na no one ever gave her little shits

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

And sense when because i rap,

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her