This is a song about "Beez in the crap"

The spirit i had 'fore i go back to the same crap

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

So your rep is crap if you diss so rest in piss

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

When i came in like your granddad, with a handbag full of abstract rap crap.

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

They be on the pad, but they spittin' crap

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Where's the border betweet the art and the crap?

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat