This is a song about "You can not rap"

Bring the keys, oh my god

Can you beat me or not

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

You can say all you want are you mad or not?

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I've been made angry now i rap double what you can.

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

I gesture when i rap you can call me a handyman,

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

If you think this rap is weird, it's not made for you.

It's not my fault that you can not handle this cannabis,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Surely you can rap better than this right?

They say love is the slowest form of suicide