This is a song about "Crap rappers"

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

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

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap

The real muscle in the message of that

All these lines sound like fucking crap

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Saying pointless crap to me

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

I'mma sign that work and release that

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Yeah i say that that is totally crap.