This is a song about "Maybe i cannot rap"

I am done i cannot be saved

But they sold jello in the paint

But i am right you cannot refuse it

The dead society of a poet

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

I was just thinkin’ maybe

I cannot explain, i cannot.

This is the part where we run hip hop

Tell em i cannot complain

You're not usin' your brain

Wale and we are not the same

Tell em i cannot complain

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

I thought that i would maybe

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

Damn instead of rap maybe i need therapy, because of my rarity,what other