This is a song about "Rapping hard"

Tell me that you call that rapping

And this will be the song that we sing

Spitting rhymes and rapping

In my drawsring, ring, ring

What you're lacking is good rapping/

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

I go, in when i start putting words out

Rapping machine clapping between

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

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

Rapping fast like a florida tornado

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe