This is a song about "Hindi raps"

For now everything just seem so right

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

She do it with no hands

Quick with the intricate raps

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

Who stays up at night just writing raps

This raps probably wack

My four-four's givin payback

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

He just get her bigger bags

I can only construct raps

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

For some who raps so petite