This is a song about "Craps"

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

I can teach you all the sounds of love

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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