This is a song about "Rappity raps"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

From anyone's raps they writ,

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Never ever pay rent

Now the raps gotta end

Got a sign on my dick

Emcees raps made me sick.

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

I ask myself "what influences my raps?"...

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks