This is a song about "Rap nigger gun pistol drug ass"

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Young rascal flatts - young ass kid ass could rap

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Read the shit that he writes, multi rap killer dirty warfare drug problems

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad