This is a song about "Rap to this"

After this rap,you'll look up to me,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Get murked when i aint try to even rap to this.

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

Your rap is not fresh, its sucks, this fuck's choosin to

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Ok. bout to rap on this fool

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Gonna rap until this faggot governor stand up to the crime.

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

This shits too fine nigga i don't mind , time for this rap to make headlines

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

So i decided to get fluent with this rap thing,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

So i just had to write this rap to get my head.