This is a song about "Lp3 got raps"

She like when i rap raps

For setting up traps

My raps are like a curveball and i got you kinda guessin'

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Cuz my raps are way tighter i got a way wider

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

That means that i ain't rapping for fame, and i still got many raps in store/

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Quick with the intricate raps

I'm pissing off haters with my raps like i got a bad bladder

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Yo i started writing raps, eventually got decent at it,

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Got a message in all my raps and whether you like it or not i'm going to send it!