This is a song about "Cougar raps"

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Writing raps like psychopaths

Living out of bags

I destroyed it with my raps,

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

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

You cant make a dime with your raps

Girl, you got me in a trance

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

You got apps to vote for those raps

See i'm breathing for a purpose

This whole raps off the cuff

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

I ask myself "what influences my raps?"...