This is a song about "Hindi raps"

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Enough of the weakened raps

I destroyed it with my raps,

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

You got apps to vote for those raps

He just get her bigger bags

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

I'm slighting your raps crazy

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Got better raps written on napkins

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks