This is a song about "That aint even rap"

Aint that why we get high,

Dreamin on a lullaby

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

He aint even know how to rap, feel what am saying?

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Yeah my ego aint that big,

And you ride with this

Nah fuck that aint devilish

You aint got nothing on this rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

I'm a wigga who aint gon rap that much about the streets.

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

So many rumors but i'm infinitely immortal outlawswitching up on you ordinary bitches

This mahfucka says hes growin a beard but all i can see is glued on pubes that aint even his,

Get murked when i aint try to even rap to this.

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice