This is a song about "Beez in the crap"

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

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

They be on the pad, but they spittin' crap

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Better than the simplest crap

See i let my nigga split that

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

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

Broken in pieces nothin left intact, is what i say fake fiction fact or crap

Better than the last stack of bull crap

I know what you do with that

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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