This is a song about "How crap you are"

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Try to start a rap off without crap about how good you flow.

Ahh shit, you done fucked up now

Your friends are left wondering how

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

You're raps are under arrest for being crap are you stressed

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

But, i plead you can see things are not how you perceive

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props