This is a song about "Hindi raps"

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

My lady, my baby

I'm slighting your raps crazy

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

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

My raps are artistic

Y'all ain't doing shit

For setting up traps

I destroyed it with my raps,