This is a song about "Shit rap"

I sold my body, soul, mind and everything to this rap shit.

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Denni-c, i run this rap shit.

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Bitch you should see my wallet

This rap was pretty shit,

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

After that moscato hit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Your the reason people think rap is poetic shit

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that