This is a song about "Shit raps"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Every rapper knows that raps the shit

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

I make dope raps. dats the shit i produced.

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Enough of the weakened raps

And your raps shit, looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

That raps and does nnnt lack at spitting nice shit

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Your raps ain't got shit on half what the kings written

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit