This is a song about "Rap lyrics"

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Says his lyrics was making me numb well that was pretty dumb, his last rap

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Bow down the rap god has spoke, the real harmonic praised lyrics/

// waiting on next lyrics

She likes the way it hits her lips

Just read half of these lyrics,

When you spill out hits

Who knew i could rip these lyrics

So here i am at the store for some chips

The jiggas and the tips

Come with some kiddie lyrics,

You lyrics need to be rearranged,

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake