This is a song about "U think i cant rap"

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

I cant think of the next line...

I'm running out of time

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

As i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,

I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking

As i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

I know u are better than me to rap

No....u cant handle these weapons!

Got racks, ain’t talking tits