This is a song about "U cant rap u aint got no slack"

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

Let's have a toast for this new love

U can rap fast with practice

But joseph u aint did nothing

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

I aint giving u room for breathing

Mines is family over everything

U aint never heard of me

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Cause baby i got u and u know this

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Ive been discriminated against, evaluated than tossed out like garbage,

Word...bugatiis i just wake up in wait uh min u aint got no bugatti ok..i was playin bitch

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket