This is a song about "I can t wright a rap"

I can rap and make you feel a capsule going down your tracks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Hoping i can succeed on rap n' not a regular job, i was begging you, god

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

The door crack, niggas all black

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

I gesture when i rap you can call me a handyman,

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

We about to set this bitch on fire

The one who can´t even show a real smile