This is a song about "Rappin"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Feelin like fuck this, rappin this sus shit

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin