This is a song about "Crap shit"

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

All these lines sound like fucking crap

Then later we can elope

Imma bless this crap, all my shit pope

And you all will respect that

But all yo get is bull crap

Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Better than the simplest crap

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

I'mma sign that work and release that

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Better than the last stack of bull crap

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that