This is a song about "Shite rappin"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

Home of the rappin disease

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

And this will be the song that we sing

She just keeps singing rappin and rhyming

To hear the rebel rappin'

And i like the hoes that need passion

Keep rappin about green cause you're gettin stoned to death

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs