This is a song about "Y all can t rap"

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And what about the rappers

If we can rap thats all that matters,

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Run for cover and return fire

Surely you can rap better than this right?

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

U can rap fast with practice