This is a song about "Rap and deperation"

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

You got a corny flow and some phony rap

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We vegetables, on them record labels

Just emerged and already rap circles

The bitches is everything in between

I'm rap like you simple and clean

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

I don't like y'all rap topics and y'all rap logic,