This is a song about "Cougar raps"

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Who stays up at night just writing raps

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

I destroyed it with my raps,

See boy she been in love

This whole raps off the cuff

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

A rational b j given by your raps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

She like when i rap raps

She do it with no hands