This is a song about "Crap music"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Her mom takin that crap

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Cause i aint talking crap

I'm about to snap

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap

Cause i'm kinda doing this badass crap!

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I was ten and it sounded like crap