This is a song about "Selling crap for 50"

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Let's skip the crap, it's time for me to get back into battling,

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Better than the simplest crap

My verse flow like a wave clean the surface for the naive who used to crap like you have

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Her mom takin that crap

Baby all i do is rap

The door crack, niggas all black

I dont have time for that crap

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Judge me for my color and my race, that crap puts an utter in my face

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Eatem for a snack smothered with ammo no plastic crap