This is a song about "Rap sync"

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

No rehearsal, i know it all like urkel

Your whole style sounds like n sync on commercial

And you all will respect that

Dont need consent to rap

To every verse of my rap

It's all good, finna dog that

Bitches ain't around one thou

But we so in sync, wow

Can't win with a passive attack

He finally begins to rap,

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

What influences me to rap