This is a song about "Crap quickscoper"

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Yeah i say that that is totally crap.

I cut the crap recklessly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Can't win with a passive attack

Puts up with mum and dads crap

The door crack, niggas all black

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Saying pointless crap to me

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap