This is a song about "Niggers can t rap"

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Spending all this time thinking that you can rap

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

Surely you can rap better than this right?

Always strap so i was alright

It's no longer a new jack city

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

I can talk rap, mainstream shit, versace versace

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

So i can just rap about my mistakes.