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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I can rap for days and days, but i'm already a veteran

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

D j t j is here to save all of rap

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

You can’t rap , sing , or wright

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

It's slight blemishes and life system

I can talk rap, mainstream shit, versace versace

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

I dont gotta have a beat to show these bitches i can rap

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Shock value raichu,dear pissed hater i dont got time to wright you,