This is a song about "Crap dad"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Her mom takin that crap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Top dropped down, black on black

Now let me hear your crap

Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

And dont go hatin on this crap