This is a song about "Your bad raps"

You cant make a dime with your raps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Your raps are monotonous

I think found where your mind was

Women at my pole

I'd devour your raps whole,

Punch lines are mediocre, and his raps are bad habits,

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

A rational b j given by your raps

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

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

Your bad is what is alleged

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

My raps will rape your raps in both of their asses!