This is a song about "Cant rap"

That's why i'm makin' money

Cant impeach me, you cant breech me,

Or the trials of relations

White people can rap why cant asians

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

I want to change but i cant

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I cant stop this destruction, wanna rap with me start the conjunction

Your money is spent on rap so you cant pay your rent

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Cant see me or my snipers