This is a song about "Rapping and sneakers"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

I wear a pair of beat up and torn sneakers

Better yet they work my every nerve

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

But this is rap pad and you're just rapping

Just set me a beat and ill get rapping.

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Call my rapping a drug and start damaging your brain

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Your rapping is tragically sad and you have to go practice

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And other times i could only settle my depression with rapping,