This is a song about "Hindi raps"

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Got better raps written on napkins

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

My raps will rape your raps in both of their asses!

But check out how i roll mine

Your raps ain't worth a dime

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

I'm a beast with the raps,

Man it’s the killer tracks

Girl, you got me in a trance

Enough of the weakened raps

A rational b j given by your raps

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

We den turnt it up now it's at the max