This is a song about "Tropical crap"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

All these lines sound like fucking crap

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Hold me to the mic why im smoking on this tropical

Cause thinking logical to me was illogical

Ill just go back and deal with crap

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Cold heart steady dreamin of tropical climates