This is a song about "Softly raps"

So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony

My rhymes flow softly but intensely i'm ghostly,

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

I ask myself "what influences my raps?"...

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Wood chain with a jesus

This whole raps off the cuff

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Killin em softly with words

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

Who stays up at night just writing raps

You can see with your fans

You cant make a dime with your raps

Girl, you got me in a trance

And even worse my raps