This is a song about "Shit rap"

It shows i know a bit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

This rap shit til the death of libertines

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

I sold my body, soul, mind and everything to this rap shit.

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

My damn fire been lit, my rap skill be tough shit

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Watch me blow like i exhale this rap shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

I can talk rap, mainstream shit, versace versace