This is a song about "Crap buckets"

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Ill just go back and deal with crap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Puts up with mum and dads crap

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You ain't funny, you're full of crap

Saying pointless crap to me

On they twitter writing novels, see

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

I could never fuck with spilling their blood into buckets,

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Better than the last stack of bull crap