This is a song about "Craps"

Writin these raps, spittin on traps, playin some craps,

From an african american stance

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Cos their mummies and their daddies left a foutune for their little craps

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Rappers aren't so easy for loose words , bitch niggas think to stop rappers craps

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush