This is a song about "Raps"

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

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

I can only construct raps

She do it with no hands

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

For some who raps so petite

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

A rational b j given by your raps

Got better raps written on napkins

So here i am at the store for some chips

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I'm slighting your raps crazy

I spit raps like tobacco

This is all my flow