This is a song about "True rappers"

I got a lot of manners

I shoot seeds at rappers

Then landed on my throttle

He be the last true apostle

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

No telling how many rappers

I think you'll see that's true

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Beautiful nightmares must come true

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Now i'm a world class act oh it's true,it's true

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

Number two, you're fake and rappers know that's true

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

Y'all rappers thirsty for props, pay your dues staying true,