This is a song about "Crappy raps"

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

I can only construct raps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Whatever it takes to live and stand

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

You can see with your fans

Quick with the intricate raps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

I'm a beast with the raps,

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

That's why they can't mess up my flow

I spit raps like tobacco

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

We about to set this bitch on fire