This is a song about "You people dont know to rap"

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

If you were try'n to find someone to rap,i dont give a fuck

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

Tongues get twisted when you people try to rap along

You know why because i dont want to live in disdain

Never let the game play youand for the fame

You dont even know my lyrics some one never got taught to read,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Now i dont really know you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Lifes hard when you dont know where your going to