This is a song about "Cougar raps"

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

For setting up traps

And even worse my raps

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

You cant make a dime with your raps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

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

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

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

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

Is there any love

This whole raps off the cuff

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,