This is a song about "Cant rap better than me"

I bet a blind fish would rap better than you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Y'all can call me illiterate, but i spit better than you, so deal with it

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Seems like every week is festival season and it's better for me than it ever has been,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

For whining and crying for thinking you were so much better than me

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

My little brother could rap better than you

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Ain’t no one here who could spit better than me,

Hey, must be the money

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

See money talk and these days

Your better than me what? "you gays"