This is a song about "Fuck your rap"

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Let me be your rap teacher

Well, that's what you are

Fuck your criteria

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Fuck rhyming why battle rap you?

Why we gotta argue

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

Your rap is you talking backward

We been all around the world

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Fuck rap, i'll fuckin smash your head into a heater