This is a song about "Copying raps"

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

So what would stop me from copying his ways and doing the same

Doctor said i was fine

Your raps ain't worth a dime

A rational b j given by your raps

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

But i’m praying in advance

I'm a beast with the raps,

For some who raps so petite

I said i got my ass beat

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Run around like a bogus copying peoples raps expecting em not to notice

From an african american stance

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

Girl, you got me in a trance

I can only construct raps