This is a song about "I can t whright lyrics"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Lyrics can come straight from within and make stone move/

And first off, i ain't trying to be conscious

My lyrics can hit a beat and knock you unconscious

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before i lay 'em

The one who can´t even show a real smile

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

I rap lyrics faster

Jt: didn't get a gift for her