This is a song about "Hindi raps"

Got better raps written on napkins

So here i am at the store for some chips

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

You cant make a dime with your raps

Girl, you got me in a trance

She like when i rap raps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Writing raps like psychopaths

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

A rational b j given by your raps

At this love thing toe to toe

I spit raps like tobacco

And even worse my raps

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I'm slighting your raps crazy