This is a song about "Wedding rap for brittany and jimmy"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And if you know planet apps is a place for you little jimmy

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Smoking weed and listening to rap

And just looked at the whole situation

And i'm tryna do the same for the rap nation

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

And for the record, i didn't think your rap was bad

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Let's rap together and make good beats for the streets

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I can rap for days and days, but i'm already a veteran