This is a song about "Owning raps"

I can only construct raps

But you don't have a chance

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

Your holy raps are to me

Let me rideuntil i get free

Tryna keep a level head, workin like a mexican

Whatcha gonna go be, known for owning a benjamin?

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

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Your raps ain't worth a dime

I'm running out of time