This is a song about "Rapping hard"

Bitch, they call it motor city

I'll be rapping till infinity

Only way settle my depression with rapping

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

While im rapping flows on beats

Little more weed, first class seats

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Ever since i started rapping,

Flex rapping like im hard as shit

You can feel it via spirit

Cuz im the female rapping master

Yeah, they call me country grammar

And hope they like what you rapping,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing