This is a song about "Your rapping"

I flit words in the speed of light, your raps ain't tight so quit rapping tonight

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rapping ability unnatural

Don't speak when i'm rapping

I do the right thing

Some niggas slept on me but i dont see the snoring

Your all talk and no pack rapping action or word forming.

Homo you should realize that your rapping with the rap mayor

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Just got to keep rapping

What you're lacking is good rapping/

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Call my rapping a drug and start damaging your brain