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

I trust no man, you cant win but u aint joining me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I think this rap is done,

And i know that you're open

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Then i cant believe you think you young and tripping

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

It's over blaw if u wanna rap come to me i will show u how

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

I dont care if you cant see it, but just believe it, your the one i think

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

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