This is a song about "Crap quickscoper"

Puts up with mum and dads crap

And you all will respect that

The door crack, niggas all black

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

The pioneer of the coke rap

I dont have time for that crap

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap

Third ward general, young cash money

Saying pointless crap to me

I was ten and it sounded like crap

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag