This is a song about "Rap quarrel"

Still unravelling rap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Dont need consent to rap

Or let the mob handle that

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

I don't know how to rap,

Now you got me hopped up on that

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

It's all good, finna dog that

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that