This is a song about "Your raps stink"

Your raps stink like opening paint, it's game set

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Your holy raps are to me

Walk that body, talk that body

You cant make a dime with your raps

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Walking around like my shit don't stink

All we need is convienient love

My lone genius'll smash your raps to pieces/

Like your raps are crusty.

That's why i'm makin' money

Flow is wack, you thought hard when you wrote your raps,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Cause when i make this stew

Your raps are all askew