This is a song about "Shit raps"

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Ma raps was shit i admit it's an easy lose, easier that opening a curd

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

And link me all your shit in hopes i'll go and read your fuckin raps

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

I don't take shit i make raps and spit them heinous

Every rapper knows that raps the shit

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

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

I can only construct raps

And all she wants is to dance

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

My raps aren't cheesy, i ain't no eazy-e, that's not the shit i create

I bash on your raps and i smash up your ass for your wack shit

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite