This is a song about "Your rap"

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Your money is spent on rap so you cant pay your rent

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Hell, yeah, rap is your profession,

You're uncool like my mother kin

If you think your a rap god then your damn wrong

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Cause u never combine your lines with a distinctive rap

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

You keep changing your rap name like you're renewing your bars

Your ignorant feeble attempts at rap leave me stabbing at your flesh

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress