This is a song about "Rapping someone"

That i started rapping

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

This beat that he's rapping

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

I can't ever change without you

Time to go find someone new

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Someone is gonna burst my bubble

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

This kids rapping about someone mistaking

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

Did someone slip me fucking cyanide?

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride