This is a song about "I can t sing"

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

I dont sing on beats, i rap about violence.

We can sing so sing to subtly sting

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

He can sing, not ripped apart,

Snitches here don't got no heart

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

I love the way you're standing

I sing nd let it ring

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

We no longer close or nothing