This is a song about "Rap song"

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

We gonna be all the way gone

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

You were right here all along

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Code red, which means you go red

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

I'm inventing my own song.

Cause’ i’m the rap boogeyman, motherfucker, you’ll understand by the end of this song/

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Everyday a star is born

Picturein your smile while writin this song.