This is a song about "Raps"

For some who raps so petite

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Got better raps written on napkins

This raps probably wack

When love comes callin', don’t love back

I spit raps like tobacco

Preaching to the choir though

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Cause, i need that one good time

Your raps ain't worth a dime

Im gonna teach raps nothing without

Mean alot more to me, check me out

Enough of the weakened raps

She do it with no hands