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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You so lonely that it makes you mad,life treats you unfairly

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

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

Shit that makes the homies say, 'yo bro, you can really spit!"

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

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

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

What makes my raps flow so cold

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

You hear that swoosh? my raps flow like a breeze.

You cant make a dime with your raps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

You got apps to vote for those raps