This is a song about "Rapping at 16"

Your gone, you retreat to your rapping technique, dealt with and helpless

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You're so bad at rapping that even hello kitty said goodbye to you.

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Im just rapping and living and then collecting the dividends

Rapping turned to my benediction, bought books only nonfiction,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

My name is anto i'm really good at rapping

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Getting lifted by this rapping gift.. while a doobie in my fist..