This is a song about "Isaiah can t rap"

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

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

I'mma sign that work and release that

You think you can rap about killing these bitches

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

So i can just rap about my mistakes.

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

If the rap community can learn to coexist