This is a song about "The mostly true adventures of homer p"

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

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

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Well ill show you the true heart of this mc

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Now listen you keep coming at me like that and you'll se the true side of me,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Its only game plus none of thats true