This is a song about "Cleans verse rap"

So that we can be queens cleans out the doubt so they could shout all about

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Verse writing, hearse riding,

Bun b, i’m underground king

This is a rap with no rehearse, 8 bars for each verse

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

And i know that you're open

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

You rap like you got bored, smoked up, then forgot your best "hot verse."

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Ugh this whole verse is wack, i cant rap cuz im the opposite of black,

They cant take the shit in each verse

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Looking at the pretty smile, that cleans my soul from all the bad ways

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face