This is a song about "Verse is to dope"

Try to jack and i will attack

To every verse of my rap

Don't try to hate on dope

I fucking hate this job

This verse leaves you having to read braille

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

You little young-ass motherfuckers

What the fuck is chorus in a battle verse

So i try to verse the worst one first before the dope ones try to steal my throne

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Verse 2: rap is like a skill, you have to practice to master.

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper