This is a song about "He can t rap"

The third one is mixed, white and black

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

You got reason to brag

He finally begins to rap,

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back

Get aload of sarap thinking he can rap ill pull the trigger an leave your brains in your hat,

The one who can´t even show a real smile

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

He can sing, not ripped apart,

So rest your weary heart

Let my angel sing

He can take a beating