This is a song about "Cougar raps"

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

My raps are artistic

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

Quick with the intricate raps

She like when i rap raps

He just get her bigger bags

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Ain't even tryna hold back

This raps probably wack

And even worse my raps

If i don't make that man there dance

I'm a beast with the raps,

And all she wants is to dance

So here i am at the store for some chips

Got better raps written on napkins