This is a song about "Scotts raps are crap"

I know your raps are basic

Oh your friends are sick

I am incredible my raps are legible,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

I'm starting war cos your raps are a bore your crap when you do a chore

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

All the say is i'm too young to rap but all they rap are fucking crap

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

your raps are sick like an ill dick

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

But they sold jello in the paint

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

My raps are good, yours are bad..

When that money calls i holla back

Your holy raps are to me

Bitch, i might make you my baby