This is a song about "Crappy raps"

He just get her bigger bags

And even worse my raps

Your raps would just miss me

Fuck fame, fuck money

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

My raps are a bit continuous.

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

Your holy raps are to me

Hopin' that my niggas see

Who stays up at night just writing raps

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

I can only construct raps

Girl, you got me in a trance

I'm a beast with the raps,

Now if you give us a chance