This is a song about "Rapping good"

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

This beat that he's rapping

Tell me that you call that rapping

I was born to do the damn thing

But it aint gonna happen while i'm rapping

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

That i started rapping

Cause what you're doing ain't rapping

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

Rapping machine clapping between

Starin at the wall, heard a scream