This is a song about "Rap nattle"

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

The door crack, niggas all black

They told me i can't rap

He finally begins to rap,

One night love: i'mma need that

This is the pinnacle of rap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Still unravelling rap

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

With this really awesome cuss rap

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Crap thank fuck for underground rap,

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

To every verse of my rap