This is a song about "Rapping to this beat is hard"

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

When i first started rapping this is how i really spat

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hearts beat hard but pulse is steady

But this is rap pad and you're just rapping

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

This beat is suggestive

Before we see it's hard to live

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

You wrote that big shit but nothing is related to rapping.

The hard life is something hard to survive

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

The hard life is something hard to survive

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

And don’t answer back, this is hard shit to follow
and you can’t spit