This is a song about "Rap crap"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Hahahahaha... oh crap, i split this bitch in half with one line in a rap,

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

You ain't gon find that

Cause i aint talking crap

And crap rap took off and flew/

Streets is calling you

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

When i came in like your granddad, with a handbag full of abstract rap crap.