This is a song about "Raps"

But you don't have a chance

She like when i rap raps

For some who raps so petite

More money that mean less sleep

At the same damn time

Your raps ain't worth a dime

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

You cant make a dime with your raps

I'm a beast with the raps,

But i’m praying in advance

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

And even worse my raps

I ask myself "what influences my raps?"...

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

A rational b j given by your raps

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax