This is a song about "Girl raps"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

And he, what's his name, earl

Won't ya swallow that girl

Enough of the weakened raps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

A rational b j given by your raps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

I destroyed it with my raps,

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

You gotta make sure you aim right