This is a song about "Cougar raps commados"

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Who stays up at night just writing raps

Got better raps written on napkins

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I hunt more vicious than a starving cougar

So what you've heard is the fix like super

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

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

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Writing raps like psychopaths

You cant make a dime with your raps

And all she wants is to dance

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Cougar chillin at the crunch and munch

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats