This is a song about "Proving you can rap"

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Now hope, that you can recover from the smother of my rap attack/

I rap like the god you can call me zeus,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

I gesture when i rap you can call me a handyman,

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

I'm about to snap

He said damn that kid can rap

You think you can rap about killing these bitches

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I can tell you're wack as fuck, and i haven't read you rap yet,

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Stupendous, cheeko suspended you can rap, a good match