This is a song about "Not being able to rap"

You got to have your game tight

Who might be able to write.

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

But you won't be able to survive the smacks of the rap pack/

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Every since then our whole city been horrible

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop