This is a song about "Rap quarrel"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

I don't know how to rap,

Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

What influences you to rap

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Crap thank fuck for underground rap,

What influences me to rap

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Or let the mob handle that

Just a kid tranna rap

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

I am the personification of rap

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that