This is a song about "Rip rap"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

So fuck macklemore, his tickets are rip off

And rip out your vocal cords,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Blew money like six crips

Who knew i could rip these lyrics

As i rip you apart with perfect precision

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Smack a bong, rip the gong

Wonder where i went wrong

Rip this shit like cling film

Let my angel sing

I'll rip it up inside yo pad mayne

Then i wait for them days to turn good again