This is a song about "Rapping and sneakers"

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Im just rapping and living and then collecting the dividends

You wonder i go this long and keep on rapping

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

When it comes to spitting that fire

I wear a pair of beat up and torn sneakers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Spitting rhymes and rapping

I was born to do the damn thing

Baby, you got that super bass

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Boobie gave me the game, change to give me some sneakers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I've been rapping, tapping, and clapping ever since the middle ages,