This is a song about "Rap hooks"

Then shook together a couple bars and hooks, finished,

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Let my angel sing

And my hooks stay swinging

Im bussin shots at these fukk niggas call it hooks

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Your face looks like it taste hooks

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

You, you, you have to pay for that

What influences you to rap

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

And if someone sayin that to my homies we hit em with right hooks

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Oh you're a guy oops!still like your man boobs this is a rap with no hooks its like/