This is a song about "Underground rapping"

I am capable of rapping,

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

What you're lacking is good rapping/

I was born and rased in a underground

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

I was battling my way from the underground

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Don't speak when i'm rapping

The underground artists sproutin' under towns never bound

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Fueled by the world's underground, call me tectonic/

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

I drive that all around

And they can't live in underground