This is a song about "You call that rapping"

It's normal to get pissed cause it's a facts that you are rapping like a piece of shit.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

That two face bitch that you call your friend these days

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

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

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

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Sometimes you wait and you'll never get that call,

You know that love is a very serious thing

The thing you call 'rapping', too brief 'n' he fall napping,

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Homo you should realize that your rapping with the rap mayor

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Where the black girls get their weaves back

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping