This is a song about "Shit raps"

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

You can see with your fans

And even worse my raps

Your lines define what shit is, don't mistake them for raps

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Shut up dude, your raps shit to the racist, if i were you, id be a disgrace,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

That raps and does nnnt lack at spitting nice shit

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

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

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm