This is a song about "Copying raps"

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

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

I destroyed it with my raps,

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

A rational b j given by your raps

Enough of the weakened raps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Your raps ain't worth a dime

You reflect in this heart of mine

Im gonna teach raps nothing without

Can't seem to find a solid ground

And even worse my raps

For setting up traps