This is a song about "Can t rap"

If the rap community can learn to coexist

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

Who know this be the life that i really live

You think you can rap about killing these bitches

Rap can be an outlet, but ‘till these parents let go,

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I can already tell this rap battle is his mission,

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

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Surely you can rap better than this right?

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight