This is a song about "Cut the crap"

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

They be on the pad, but they spittin' crap

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Better than the last stack of bull crap

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Clippers with the semi, cut you niggas up,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Stop the camera, cut, its over

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

The spirit i had 'fore i go back to the same crap