This is a song about "What should i rap"

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I bet i no what you be on probably gon' rap

So i started to rap what happened to that.

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

You say i should be clean on my rap but i don't give a damn

I rap about what i know, not dying, counterfeit and bliss

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

All these illusions have me lost on what i should be doin'

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Maybe i should stop with all this rap shit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death