Whats This Skit

[Skit]
You know what I'm saying? That’s in my soul, and I hope it stays there, you know what I'm saying? 'Cause, you know, Rap is about that type of shit, man. It’s just like Boxing, it's like anything else, "Oh so you're the champ, huh? You're the champ, huh? Oh are you the big guy on campus, huh? Oh you're the untouchable-"
Had a guy tell me the other day - I was sharing a couple tracks to this underground group I was in that we're all doing a song together, I shared a couple of my songs, some dude was like "What's this?". And then I shared it again another day and he's like "What’s this?", you know? And I’m explaining what the fuck it is, right? It's like one of my tracks, "Yo hеre it is, check it out, DNA Tru Lyricist holding it down blah-blah-blah, check out thе track" and then we got this motherfucker "What’s this?". You know, and he hit me with that like twice in a row. So I'm like, who is this so-and-so so-and-so motherfucker? You know what I'm saying, 'cause you’re in here asking "What's this?" apparently, you know what the fuck it is. Like, it's a song, you know who the fuck's putting it there, you seen my fucking name. Have you clicked on it? You might get a wake-up call
But I'm like, who's this motherfucker? You know what I'm saying, what's this'ing me? And he's like, "I'm so-and-so", I'm like, "Are you a rapper?". He's like "Yeah", but he said "I'm an untouchable emcee", that's what he told me and I was like "Oh really?", he's like "Yeah" and I'm like "I doubt it". I was like "You know who I am?" he's like "Who?", "DNA Tru Lyricist", it's like "Alright, cool"
Like, I don't know if you really knew me or not, but man, don't be in here what's this'ing me like that and my shit. Like, "What's this?", motherfucker I'll show you what's this, who are you? Oh you're an untouchable emcee? Alright, let's find out, let's find out how untouchable you are. You want some problems? You know what I'm saying, you want some beef? Ha, well we can do it right now, you know. You talk a big game there, Mr. Untouchable. Let's give ourselves 'til tomorrow at noon, motherfucker, when the clock strikes noon - drop your motherfucking track. We'll see how fucking untouchable you are, before the finger touches the gun and you already got a goddamn hole in your fucking head. The quick and the dead, motherfucker, how quick are you? How good are you, Mr. Untouchable? You gon' be dragging your body and putting it on a pine box, fucking with me, with your "What's this?"
Fuck you think you're talking you