This is a song about "Love raps"

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Enough of the weakened raps

I can only construct raps

For setting up traps

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

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

Got better raps written on napkins

Cause all i want is you, baby

I'm slighting your raps crazy

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

We getting money, you can face the facts

You cant make a dime with your raps

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Or now they don't praise enough

Love it when ya show me love