This is a song about "Glocks blocks money bitches rap attack"

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

They try to say they can rap but dont touch my attack

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

And i'll be lashing back like a shaq attack on these rap beats

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

My fight against bitches began, and i started to attack/