This is a song about "Think you can rap"

And if you think you can come step at this

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

You snap out det trance and now finally you can think

It can see you, but can also see me, and everyone you can think o

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

If you think your a rap god then your damn wrong

You think you god now you half assin rap little faggot bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

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