This is a song about "Your shit rap"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

This rap shit til the death of libertines

And you all will respect that

With all of this rap shit

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Denni-c, i run this rap shit.

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

I just wanna be higher than that

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Im made of just rap no quire shit.

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,