This is a song about "Aboy who cant rap"

White people can rap why cant asians

So ain't no way you gon' wait for relations

Rap influences me to become who i am

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

Failures who cant stand up on their feet

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

The hairdresser who makes hair longer so she cant see you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Fucked you in the bar,this rap drink you cant have it

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap