This is a song about "Roasting people in rap battles"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Killing till they're real rap people at the top instead manic flops

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Were battles in that section when i was still supposed to rot,

People in this world be hatten

Come get some, you little bum

White people rap too, if you disagree

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

People call him the rap incredible hulk

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Won 7 battles in a row and im ready for more

Most people hear me rap thinking i'm black nothing wrong with that

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap