This is a song about "Can t write"

Welcome to organized crime

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I'm not that great but i can write a narrative

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

Only can read what i write, this would sound better on wax

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Mirror mirror on the wall

You don;t thin anymore

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

There's crack, there's crack

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run