This is a song about "Spittin raps"

Enough of the weakened raps

You can see with your fans

I'm a beast with the raps,

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

On the list of filth spittin'

What up girl, tell me how you been

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Im spittin fire you blowin smoke