This is a song about "Rapping kids"

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Hating my macking, they asking

Spitting rhymes and rapping

This beat that he's rapping

I was born to do the damn thing

Don't want to be the king

Don't speak when i'm rapping

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Just got to keep rapping

Ever since i started rapping,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

While im rapping flows on beats

Tryna kill my dreams