This is a song about "Auto rap rappers"

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

You wack rappers can go lay

I'm not one of those rappers that don't rap with meaning,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Talking about the god you serve

I shoot seeds at rappers

Distractin' half of the crap rap wannabe rappers, mad reactions,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Prepare for a heart attack when i crack you rappers with my rap pack/

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

Piling r.i.p"another of cheekos beaten rappers"

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse