This is a song about "Rappin"

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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I'm rappin soul in my scriptures, torah,

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Keep rappin about green cause you're gettin stoned to death

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free