This is a song about "That rap was short"

Imma make it rain

That you call the rap game

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

So i started to rap and 10 years later make album that was a hit.

This rap was pretty shit,

Wit my kin that i came in wit

And word i blew off herb i grew

Short-term, long-term, nothing was the same, you

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

I was convinced that rap was the shit, and i was sold/

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

But not the rest, remember that rap was too short,

I'll keep it short and sweet like a rap haiku

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you