This is a song about "Fools who can t rap"

Because yall are fucking fools.

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

How can these fools even be saying "good night man",

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Because your pops wasn't anxious

U can rap fast with practice

It's really not an issue

// [who can really blame you?]

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

I embarrass fools, there's no one on this earth who could rescue you

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Fuck a motherfucker who say he only fuck with real rap/

I'm after you bringing traffic through

// [who can really blame you?]

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that