This is a song about "Rapping against tratior"

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

But, you realize people who for against

What up girl, tell me how you been

Against discrimination,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

You can form coalitions against me...

What you're lacking is good rapping/

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Ever since i started rapping,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

We left em a world that's cursed

Me and you against the world

That ain't really my style

Against my own worthwhile

I am capable of rapping,

If he didn't have the price i'm asking