This is a song about "These raps doe"

Releasing albums will probably be in the rented but the doesn't stop me from independence

With these raps we mend, recommend you get your best of men, to pen their weapons

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

I fucking hate the dirtbags featured in these raps

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

Get rough with me, that night flow

Got so much fucking doe/

I'm tapping like jehovah's witnesses, spit these raps, pack 'em in,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

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

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Hungry for these rhymes and all my raps is what you cravin