This is a song about "Your raps shit"

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Your lines define what shit is, don't mistake them for raps

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

The youngest of my mother kids

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

And your raps shit, looking funny tryna talk back and shit

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

But you don't have a chance

You cant make a dime with your raps

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

A rational b j given by your raps