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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

While all those ships go tips(y)

Penncounting pennys over tha years

If we can rap thats all that matters,

Spending all this time thinking that you can rap

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

White people can rap why cant asians

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Or you'll drive me crazy

But y can't you fucking see