This is a song about "Love raps"

Writing raps like psychopaths

You can see with your fans

Got better raps written on napkins

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Who stays up at night just writing raps

Now if you give us a chance

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

She do it with no hands

And even worse my raps

She like when i rap raps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight