This is a song about "Short rap about poor"

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

It's hard to care about the poor with everything they're feeding ya,

Rap about waving a nine, doing some crime

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

You can't rap about drugs you don't do.

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Ma rap make no sens .short line weak bars it's fuked up

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Call me rap jokes, who leaves fags open, let me rap short son.