This is a song about "You call that rap"

I gesture when i rap you can call me a handyman,

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

I rap like the god you can call me zeus,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

You have no rap in that pad

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

That you call the rap game

Parking lot of the blue flame

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I promise i'mma call you back