This is a song about "Senior who can t rap"

Fuck a motherfucker who say he only fuck with real rap/

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Still the man with the pan

I rap the best i can

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

// [who can really blame you?]

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Constantly rippin those who run this rap monopoly

// [who can really blame you?]

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Who can speat out them words,

// [who can really blame you?]

Why we gotta argue