This is a song about "Beez in the crap"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I rap every single crap in life

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

I cut the crap recklessly

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

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

That crap i spat stabbed you right in the back.

And daddy's in the cadillac

Better than the simplest crap

Can't win with a passive attack

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

Amounts to crap you had in every line

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

The reason that i rap is cause i've been treated like crap