This is a song about "Crappy raps"

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

I can only construct raps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

I'm just here to have a good time

Your raps ain't worth a dime

For some who raps so petite

I said i got my ass beat

Your raps are all askew

Knowing that i need you

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I destroyed it with my raps,