This is a song about "No rap skills"

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Aint no normal gal learning to rap

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Fuck no hell no this new generation of rap enthusiasts

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Man this is real rap with no fee

There existed no one rap fraud in

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Ay, undo your bra with one handif anything is gonna care it on and cum can

No one can stand a man with nuclear spits and skills as earthquakes in japan

If skills were to be sold, then i'd no doubt be an billionaire.

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air