This is a song about "Rappin bars"

I grab the mic, rappin' tighter than a christmas present,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

I met zylo, now i'm rappin wit him.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Looking at your money

I got a rappin key.

Rappin is my profession so i always come up with fresh shit.

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

And your readin my bars

Watching for hollow-tip shots