This is a song about "Forget your raps"

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

This is extortion faggot so drop your bullshit 'n forget it...

And now these hoes are on my line

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Hey, must be the money

Like your raps are crusty.

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Man there's a reason why nobody's fuckin' props your raps,

Your raps are monotonous

Here i go again, falling in love

I know your raps are basic

I'mma treat you like my whip

Finding more light to shed

Your raps are so brain dead

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.