This is a song about "Rap ruckus"

Still unravelling rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

I'mma sign that work and release that

To every verse of my rap

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

To the ruckus in my head voices talking without reason

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Raising nothing but ruckus/

Here i go again, searching for love

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Dont mean to be causeing such a ruckus, thought about ending it screaming fuck this