This is a song about "Raps that break raps"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Enough of the weakened raps

Tired of your wack raps rap beef its past that

I don't know why i'm even on this track

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Now put those raps in a pile and i still crush that

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Its coz my raps are breezin cold, that you didnt know

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Ma raps was shit i admit it's an easy lose, easier that opening a curd

Man it’s the killer tracks

I can only construct raps