This is a song about "John you can t rap"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I can tell you're wack as fuck, and i haven't read you rap yet,

Can you rap, or do you just talk shit when you spit?

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Here you go, it's your rap, you can have it back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

I can tell you smoke - i'm not sure if you tried to rap or if you just choked

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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