This is a song about "Saying i cant rap"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Now i got ya attention ya know what the hell i’m saying.

I want to change but i cant

Just lay back, get your face slapped

You be saying something but i cant hear ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Saying i can't rap's like saying chi town isn't windy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

He aint even know how to rap, feel what am saying?

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Seeming feeble saying they peaceful people but actually cant spit

And talk some more shit

I cant fix i cant glue it

Dun want your courtesy bitch i won't bet even my a.tom call me a low brow

Sayin' they can rap better then nas saying they contenders/ not me i wish but not now/