This is a song about "Playing raps"

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Laying it down playing ma sound

Four more tarts playing harps

You haters put up your guards

And i'm not playing around

You gotta help me out

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Enough of the weakened raps

Please correct me, stretch marks

Four more tarts playing harps

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Your playing my shit on repeat

Your buddies playing drop the soap.

I put it down your throat