This is a song about "These raps doe"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I write these angry raps on my paper to try and open up,

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Sometimes its hard to write these raps, since my brain is crowded.

Bad bitches never loved them though

When we break down the doe

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

While im spitin these raps like saliva

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

My structure in these raps is aimin straight to excel

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

Won't run out anytime soon

Doe about now as i assume

Got so much fucking doe/

One time for the 305, though