This is a song about "Rapping battle"

I was born to do the damn thing

Spitting rhymes and rapping

That’s only if they handle

Fuck the rules of this battle,

I will bittle battle bittle battle bittle battle to any sound

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Why do u wanna battle,

Lady at the frank stand will

Cuz im the female rapping master

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

She caught up in my love triangle

And tell me why every battle

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

I’m way harder than the concrete