This is a song about "Rap songs"

Talking about the god you serve

And getting songs signed by minors

And sing songs every stary night

Walk blind into a line or fight

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

We have guests, come on, put 'em on tighter, rep your best songs

Wussup with all these love songs?

And of course, my car's off course

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Fuck, my flow is gettin to low too slow even for my songs,

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

So hate the rap arena not these dope songs i'm making

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues