This is a song about "Don t try to rap"

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Try to start a rap off without crap about how good you flow.

Get murked when i aint try to even rap to this.

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

They fiend in the door

You don;t thin anymore

Breaking them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lightswatch 'em pause as i pull my strap out my drawers

When im home i try to reinforce laws using brutal force, rap without remorse, rap is my source,

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Who's on my line

Our children must be taught, of africa

Don' try to diss me or i'll hurt ya.

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Tongues get twisted when you people try to rap along