This is a song about "Active raps"

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

And that right there's the proof that i'd get the radio active

As prolific and as active as can be, fiend, abuse it,

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

And even worse my raps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Though independently active, somehow they act in synch,

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Dumb rhymes/ my mind active/ a pro giving y'all classes/ so pay attention/

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

But even you had the chance to act like you got active

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

We getting money, you can face the facts

A rational b j given by your raps