This is a song about "You re raps aren t lyrical"

You got apps to vote for those raps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

But really we're just lyrical, our raps are dope like nicotine,

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Escaping all of you racists, re-shaping this occupation... nigga

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Who's on my line

The lyrical surgeon uncertain if he fits in raps atmosphere

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.