This is a song about "Shit raps"

I'm a beast with the raps,

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Banging out niggas with attitude

I make dope raps. dats the shit i produced.

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

That raps and does nnnt lack at spitting nice shit

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love