This is a song about "You can not rap"

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

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

Keep reading this rap and you can see what my mind's like.

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

Here you go, it's your rap, you can have it back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I can tell you smoke - i'm not sure if you tried to rap or if you just choked

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Can you rap, or do you just talk shit when you spit?

Spending all this time thinking that you can rap

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

I rap like the god you can call me zeus,