This is a song about "Your crap"

Check it my ''one'' word was deadly than your whole crap you call rap

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Matter fact, your last rap sounded like cow crap.

They get you up off your feet, brush the crap off your shoulder/

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I dont have time for that crap

There's crack, there's crack

Ill just go back and deal with crap

You got reason to brag

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

I'm starting war cos your raps are a bore your crap when you do a chore

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

And dont go hatin on this crap

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I tear up reading your crap, like what was that