This is a song about "Hindi raps"

My raps are artistic

Still listen to big

You can see with your fans

Writing raps like psychopaths

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

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

I spit raps like tobacco

That kevin love flow

Would look at us all the time

Your raps ain't worth a dime

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

And if i want to go outside