My raps are better than fetty wap that’s a fact, Where the drugs at and you fat you stupid like a cat chasing a little fucking rat. I don’t hand out pats I just rime the rhythm as fast as a heartbeat. I can stand on my feet don’t have a seat, but you can’t cheat when you take a hit of the weed pass, the weed pass the blunt, don’t need no cunt. Just go to the front and go hunt then do that stunt. I fight rappers with my trappers. Get them bands before you smoke my purple plants