This is a song about "Shit raps"

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

I make dope raps. dats the shit i produced.

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

That raps and does nnnt lack at spitting nice shit

They just wanna dance

And even worse my raps

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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