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

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Eat it with my pistol.

Yea it look official

Young rascal flatts - young ass kid ass could rap

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

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

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

Ass backwards, at last on these rap actors

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve