This is a song about "Raps that break raps"

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

After that i started writin' raps, when people said "there's no life in that"

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

For setting up traps

I'm a beast with the raps,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Your raps are so bad that you couldn't even get third place,

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

That raps and does nnnt lack at spitting nice shit

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

That means that i ain't rapping for fame, and i still got many raps in store/