This is a song about "Some crap"

Saying pointless crap to me

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Cause i'm kinda doing this badass crap!

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap

Now you got me hopped up on that

Now let me hear your crap

Puts up with mum and dads crap

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

All these lines sound like fucking crap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

You can actually put words together well, so quit with that crap.

You know, work that

Her mom takin that crap