This is a song about "A website that makes raps for you"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

But you think i'm running this website? well guess again,

You cant make a dime with your raps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Writing this shit on rappad lets give that cred to amir for this sick ass website

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

I got that shit that makes you feel alright

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

He digs a blade in his knuckles which makes for deadly punches

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

You really think people on this website feel you?

You got apps to vote for those raps

He just get her bigger bags