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

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

He said damn that kid can rap

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

With all of this rap shit

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

The one who can´t even show a real smile

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

If we can rap thats all that matters,

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Must be something you want me to see