This is a song about "Owning raps"

You got apps to vote for those raps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

A rational b j given by your raps

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

I can only construct raps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Im gonna teach raps nothing without

Hit the club she drop it low

I spit raps like tobacco

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

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

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps