This is a song about "That rap was short"

I put some cash in ya pocket

This rap was pretty shit,

I was born to rap, i was born for that

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

What's that? my lines are short? how's this

Says his lyrics was making me numb well that was pretty dumb, his last rap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

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

It was short and simple,

Ok just listen up a little

I regret some shit i did

Rap pad was forever haunted

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap