This is a song about "Rapping randomly"

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Randomly spit the rhymes, follow me, kick the style,

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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Tell me that you call that rapping

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Rapping fast like a florida tornado

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Just got to keep rapping

Get off a key like i can’t sing

That i started rapping

Bun b, i’m underground king

And hope they like what you rapping,

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing