This is a song about "Kids can t rap"

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

So i can just rap about my mistakes.

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

If we can rap thats all that matters,

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

And daddy's in the cadillac

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die