This is a song about "Active raps"

You can see with your fans

And even worse my raps

I ask myself "what influences my raps?"...

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

You got apps to vote for those raps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I destroyed it with my raps,