This is a song about "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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

You like this, brothers actin stiff like cactus

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans