This is a song about "Bitch can t rap"

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

We can talk things over a little a while

The one who can´t even show a real smile

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's backand i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughing at cha

Bitch im a hella stella, i can rap this shit acopella, but just note to self i never-ever tell ya

But just remember the reason you ignored the first rap bitch.

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

D j t j is here to save all of rap

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Sneak up on attack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Call me sire cos i'm a rap blessing bitch

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge