This is a song about "Raps"

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Writing raps like psychopaths

This raps probably wack

Ha my mojo back

Who stays up at night just writing raps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

You got apps to vote for those raps

If i don't make that man there dance

Quick with the intricate raps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Preaching to the choir though

I spit raps like tobacco

These chalance give me balance

Got better raps written on napkins

And even worse my raps

You can see with your fans