This is a song about "Love raps"

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

You got apps to vote for those raps

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

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

Living out of bags

I can only construct raps

I'm slighting your raps crazy

Take your time when you’re with me baby

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

But i’m praying in advance

And even worse my raps

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Man it’s the killer tracks

You cant make a dime with your raps