This is a song about "Rap what up"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Rap the game up like a mummy

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

I just rap cause i'm posed to, nigga this what i know

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Comin' up in the rap game gonna blow up soon

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

What influenced me too accept this rap blessing

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

What happens when i rap to my constituency

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

You people wanna know what influenced me to rap?

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track