This is a song about "I can t rap"

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I can knock out eminem and become the new rap chartist."

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

I rap like the god you can call me zeus,

I can rap from summer-time to when the snow is glistening

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

Yea i know i can't rap, but at least i don't act like i can.

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I can already tell this rap battle is his mission,

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

I can talk rap, mainstream shit, versace versace

We about to set this bitch on fire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap