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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

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

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Run for cover and return fire

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

So i can just rap about my mistakes.

If the rap community can learn to coexist

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Surely you can rap better than this right?

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free