This is a song about "Spitting that rap"

Spitting like im the true rap god, hop in my astro pod, launch, im fucking extraordinary,

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

That you call the rap game

I live my life in tha fast lane

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

And, that shit you spitting isn't real at all

These joints here not found at the mall

I'm about to snap

He said damn that kid can rap

That raps and does nnnt lack at spitting nice shit

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

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick