This is a song about "Mmm raps"

From an african american stance

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Enough of the weakened raps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Can't win with a passive attack

This raps probably wack

Rack, rack city shit

My raps are artistic

For some who raps so petite

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

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

I'm slighting your raps crazy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Got better raps written on napkins