This is a song about "Sad rap bout my nan diein"

This is a joke. could rap bout dissin the pope/

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Got a shit flow, admitting that you rap bad, thats sad

And said she'd pray for my sad, twisted soul

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

When he was say rap god he was talkin bout me

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Its sad that the fact is this schwags my only friend

My papa saw that sad anger wire

The only time i flirt with her

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

I shine, rapping bout how rap is mine

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

You pull up in parking lots