This is a song about "Proving you can rap"

Can you rap, or do you just talk shit when you spit?

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Oldest nation on this earth

If we can rap thats all that matters,

I rap like the god you can call me zeus,

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

I just wanna be higher than that

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

I can talk rap, mainstream shit, versace versace

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Hoping i can succeed on rap n' not a regular job, i was begging you, god

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.

Stupendous, cheeko suspended you can rap, a good match

In proving improvement in chunks,

And trying to start today with arguments