This is a song about "My raps rule and your raps suck"

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Do you suck more at your raps or dad's dick, i can't tell

Break it down one time

Your raps ain't worth a dime

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

We getting money, you can face the facts

Five out of nine broads all get curious

My lone genius'll smash your raps to pieces/

Amma change my style a bit and try to spit deep raps.

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Your raps would just miss me

I be gettin' money

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

And even worse my raps