This is a song about "Kaylin you cant rap"

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

Taking over, you cant stay

Round my motherfuckin way

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Your money is spent on rap so you cant pay your rent

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Cant impeach me, you cant breech me,

I cant apparently "rap" cuz i use multi rhymes

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive