This is a song about "Beez in the crap"

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Just look at all the crap i extinguished

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I cut the crap recklessly

Better than the last stack of bull crap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

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

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

All the say is i'm too young to rap but all they rap are fucking crap