This is a song about "Boys that rap"

That rap is mostly dead/

She don’t give her nigga head

Rap nah man that shit is lame

Parking lot of the blue flame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

That you call the rap game

And you're lucky that our boys dragged me off your neck

A clever idea to take something they said

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

So his boys can keep on beating niggas to get that sugar cane/

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap