This is a song about "My raps are crazy"

Thoughts are crazy on a level never settled in my conscience

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

I got more raps than christmas, my rhymes are relentless,

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

My raps are unreal, cuz i fill them zeal

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

They gotta point em out baby

Me my crew are crazy,

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

My raps are composite, solid "juju"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Non stop, my raps are gold, take 'em to the pawn shop,