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

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

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

She said she's never had a man

I rap the best i can

I've been made angry now i rap double what you can.

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Hate me so i can wright,

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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