This is a song about "Girl raps"

I ask myself "what influences my raps?"...

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

A coward dies a thousand deaths

"eyeing every next girl..."

And he, what's his name, earl

I'm a beast with the raps,

You can see with your fans

He just get her bigger bags

Who stays up at night just writing raps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

And even worse my raps

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

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

You cant make a dime with your raps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands