This is a song about "Shit raps"

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

Know it good when she go no hands

We never tattle, let god handle that

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

I'm a beast with the raps,

And all she wants is to dance

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Quick with the intricate raps

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket