This is a song about "Craps"

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

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

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

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice