This is a song about "Shit rapping"

I was born to do the damn thing

Cause what you're doing ain't rapping

But youre are lyrics just shit and youre rapping sucks my dick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

I am capable of rapping,

But he don't rule a thing

Spitting rhymes and rapping

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Rapping bout all the shit that coming to my mind

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

It's normal to get pissed cause it's a facts that you are rapping like a piece of shit.

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

For rapping the same shit over and over like damn