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

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

But bitch i found color and i integrate it into every rap i write/

I don't have to write a rap for you to recognize that

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

The one who can´t even show a real smile

I rap the best i can

Self made self paid man

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

I want to write a book

To mcs that don't rhyme good

But my character never could be like them, man

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

It's no longer a new jack city

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