This is a song about "Battyman raps"

Your raps ain't worth a dime

She take two man one time

I spit raps like tobacco

Just let it chill joe

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

For some who raps so petite

You can see with your fans

Quick with the intricate raps

Writing raps like psychopaths

Girl, you got me in a trance

Where the black girls get their weaves back

This raps probably wack

So here i am at the store for some chips

Got better raps written on napkins

She like when i rap raps

Switch swag on you little dick fags