This is a song about "Can i rap"

Hoping i can succeed on rap n' not a regular job, i was begging you, god

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

I can tell you're wack as fuck, and i haven't read you rap yet,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I can knock out eminem and become the new rap chartist."

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

I rap the best i can

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

I can rap from summer-time to when the snow is glistening

Got a condo around my neck girl, i'm cashing out

From the ville, never sold drugs man, the fuck can i rap about?/

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

The truth is that i can do anything to fulfill my rap lust