This is a song about "Can t write"

This is d j t j's sequel

Cause this album pack enough evil

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

You don;t thin anymore

And i don't run counters no more

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

The third one is mixed, white and black

Write some verses so you can get on my level

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Got me quite open for a while

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

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