This is a song about "You call that rap"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

You fuckin deleted that rap and stole that battle from me

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You know what that is? that's the shit they call wack!

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Tell me that you call that rapping

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

And i wonder you call you that, because the women made us,

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

All up under the covers day

Yeah you can call that nigga gay