This is a song about "How i can t rap"

I don't no how they can do it

Every day was a saturday, shit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

But how i rap you'd assume it

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

They say tvd can´t rap but they are handicapped,

Back then, this rap shit, i had it figured out, (how?)

The money ain't running, it's standing still now

Well how can i stop, if its infinite

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

I rap to myself out loud about how beautiful the day

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

I rather rap without ya seeing how i look

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good