This is a song about "Niggas tellin me i cant rap"

They told me i can't rap

See i let my nigga split that

This new egg hatched tellin me i hated it when

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Top dropped down, black on black

And yea i know i cant rap

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Guess i cant be me or not being me

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag