This is a song about "Conver your crap"

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Don't get me wrong though yo i love to read your fuckin crap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I dont have time for that crap

I'm starting war cos your raps are a bore your crap when you do a chore

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

One night love: i'mma need that

Better than the simplest crap

Ill just go back and deal with crap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Now let me hear your crap

You, you, you have to pay for that

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

And dont go hatin on this crap

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that