This is a song about "To a rap beat"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

I murder every beat with a rap, the ink i jot kills

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I can't rap to this beat anymore, it's getting me to gag bad,

African queen got what you need

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.

Cause everytime you come around

Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd