This is a song about "Rap"

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

To every verse of my rap

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Here come a technical rap

There's crack, there's crack

Cause we done did that

Imma spit this angry rap

And sense when because i rap,

No car key and i mean that

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

Now you got me hopped up on that