This is a song about "Someone that raps like poop"

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

And see him hugging on someone is what i don't like

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Someone tell these motherfuckers that hop is back!

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

You hear that swoosh? my raps flow like a breeze.

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Someone that really makes you feel like you are the man son...

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

At the fact that your raps more monotonous

Cause when someone raps about me its not a joke

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

For setting up traps

She like when i rap raps

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk