This is a song about "Girl rappers"

Now you got a masters

I'm the buster of rappers.

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

I should michael jordan these rappers

Stayin' on it, while these superstitious rappers,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Rappers try to act like me

And now that i’m getting money

You wack rappers can go lay

Reading shit my critics say

No telling how many rappers

Talking about the god you serve

And he, what's his name, earl

Cause people want a girl,

Oldest nation on this earth

I shoot seeds at rappers