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,

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

They be on the pad, but they spittin' crap

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

That crap i spat stabbed both of us in the back

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack