This is a song about "Scott raps like crap"

She like when i rap raps

But you don't have a chance

your raps are sick like an ill dick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

I spit raps like tobacco

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

They just wanna dance

Writing raps like psychopaths

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

Every time i write 2 lines it's sounds like crap

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

That's why i'm makin' money

Like your raps are crusty.