This is a song about "Rap shit"

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

I'mma sign that work and release that

My damn fire been lit, my rap skill be tough shit

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

And she throws up whatever she eats

This rap shit til the death of libertines

I sold my body, soul, mind and everything to this rap shit.

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

But i like you like..like a lil bit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Your the reason people think rap is poetic shit

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet