This is a song about "Selling crap for 50"

Now let me hear your crap

Or let the mob handle that

Her mom takin that crap

She was wet off the bat

C is for crazy cunts critizing crap, no lie

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Cause i aint talking crap

For all the crap, that you did and see

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

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

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

You give me that crap, so you can’t say i rap for shit/