This is a song about "Fuck death rap"

Twista finna get up on the track

Fuck, i don't know just how to rap

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Cuz i fuck any rap makin the rap game my main whore, as my lyrical brain brings more,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And now he's telling me "fuck rap" focus on history,

This little creep done spit a weak rap called "fuck it"

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Or let the mob handle that

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

What the fuck you said,you the rap mayor?

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

It's a beautiful bliss

Fuck rap i'm sick of this!

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans