This is a song about "Rap song"

We at the top where we belong

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

You're listening to this song

Yea, i been humble too long

Da inspiration to make dis song.

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Im trying to see her in bed

Haven't seen a girl in so long

Can barely finish a song

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

This is my break-up song,

On the radio, that's my favorite song

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong