This is a song about "You call that rap"

So, they hate and they say

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

And i wonder you call you that, because the women made us,

Straight rap formulas that you can’t even comprehend/

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

And i just shit all on you i call that dropping logs.

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

That you call the rap game

Then lost her faith again

Tell me that you call that rapping

Bun b, i’m underground king

You wonder where we learn that? i call the cops the roots,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I bypass, i flight past, die jef... i call you bastard, you're a rap disaster