This is a song about "Shit rap"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Need rap, to get quick, deed to my sick shit.

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Watch me blow like i exhale this rap shit

Or never say never though i admit

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Your the reason people think rap is poetic shit

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

But make sure if they do see

This rap shit to easy

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Rap nah man that shit is lame