This is a song about "Ranch raps"

Now if you give us a chance

I'm a beast with the raps,

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Got better raps written on napkins

Dc, man over money

Your holy raps are to me

My raps are a bit continuous.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Plottin' don’t even worry

Your raps would just miss me

I'm slighting your raps crazy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

There must be another route, way out

Im gonna teach raps nothing without

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps