This is a song about "Wright me a poupilour rap"

Be lucky your hearing me rap cause it is a treat

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

You can’t rap , sing , or wright

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Psychedelic influences cast me into a lyrical rap school never mentioned,

Just discovered rap like god threw me a bone, freshly uncovered

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Me im a vet in rap pad u a rap fad my bars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Put me on a track i'll rap the microphone with e's (ease)

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys