This is a song about "Crappy raps"

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Your raps are all askew

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

You cant make a dime with your raps

I destroyed it with my raps,

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

Just another day out in beverly hills

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Your raps are monotonous

I'm slighting your raps crazy

And its simple as that baby

He just get her bigger bags

I can only construct raps