This is a song about "Crap rappers"

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Cause i'm kinda doing this badass crap!

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Distractin' half of the crap rap wannabe rappers, mad reactions,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

I will work hard, outsmart you crap rappers, make myself great

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

But all yo get is bull crap

I know the world been waiting for that