This is a song about "The rap up"

Cause im the fucking king of rap

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Of your desk stool, until you mess up, then the messiah of rap flows

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

I'm actually backin up the shit i rap, kid you never do

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

? all white but the phantom is all black

Where the hell is my mental rap?!

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Wrote my first rap and gave up, 'cause that wasn't enough to bring my name up.

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Cause this rap is just a warm-up, we haven't even reached the workout

Ma rap make no sens .short line weak bars it's fuked up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup