This is a song about "Mmm raps"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

Got better raps written on napkins

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

But they say we ain't big

My raps are artistic

But i’m praying in advance

You cant make a dime with your raps

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Writing raps like psychopaths

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

A rational b j given by your raps

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

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance