This is a song about "You call that rap"

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Spending all this time thinking that you can rap

Why do you call me names that are lame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

If you call that work well then you're ultra lazy

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

I'm tamin the beast that you call a flow

You fuckin deleted that rap and stole that battle from me

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy