This is a song about "Your rubbish raps"

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

I know your raps are basic

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

And now your best friend's having kids

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

She's a part time

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

A rational b j given by your raps

Your raps ain't worth a dime

I'm just here to have a good time

I'm a gang man let's play hang man cos your raps

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Stop stealing your raps from other people

You cant make a dime with your raps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance