This is a song about "Beez in the crap"

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

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Pictures of hot babes on the shelves, discretely canned his mother's crap

The door crack, niggas all black

Better than the simplest crap

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

Third ward general, young cash money

I cut the crap recklessly