This is a song about "Rap ot"

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Imma spit this angry rap

It's all good, finna dog that

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Just a kid tranna rap

Well, i can handle that

And sense when because i rap,

He finally begins to rap,

The real muscle in the message of that

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that