This is a song about "Rapping for you"

Tell me that you call that rapping

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

And getting money is the song i sing

And hope they like what you rapping,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I think you never heard the intense but it aint sexuall it's hate i aint rapping for the money

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

You wonder i go this long and keep on rapping

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Rapping for three years and still pristine

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

What you say? you're a rapping freak, yeah for no doubt!

You home, you never minded me so i stepped out

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

You wrote that big shit but nothing is related to rapping.