This is a song about "Rap you can t"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

If you think what you see on t v's bad

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Spending all this time thinking that you can rap

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

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