This is a song about "Girl rappers"

Talking about the god you serve

I shoot seeds at rappers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

And he, what's his name, earl

"eyeing every next girl..."

Now you got a masters

No telling how many rappers