This is a song about "This thing"

And yea we both coming

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

But i think i'm still trying to understand this thing

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Info like this getting out is one thing you can't be affordin',

So i decided to get fluent with this rap thing,

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Like the next best thing he'd soon need to feel free instead of this dreaded heat

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

Aye, hold your head homie, look

This rap thing is a book...

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

The hardest thing on this earth that i have ever done,