This is a song about "You cal that rapping"

I'm rapping hot like lava while you rot

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

It seems that i'm mean you ain't seen the stampede,i'm a rapping machine the meanest mc

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

You have no talent, why did you even start rapping

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

I'm rapping hot like lava while you rot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Why not me the same thing

That i started rapping

My beastness, is that a word? then that's upsurd, witness me rapping,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing