This is a song about "Cant rap"

That dont mean i cant rap like im bulletproof

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Third world, else hell bomb ya, why cant

And yea i know i cant rap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I cant fix i cant glue it

Get the zippo and spark the shit

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

And it cant be overstated

I was on my sway shit

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

You cant run you cant hide , they find you and detach you