This is a song about "Henry can t rap"

I can already tell this rap battle is his mission,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

I can talk rap, mainstream shit, versace versace

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Rap can be an outlet, but ‘till these parents let go,

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

The real muscle in the message of that

Spending all this time thinking that you can rap

Let's enjoy our younger years

If we can rap thats all that matters,

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.