This is a song about "You can not rap"

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Hoping i can succeed on rap n' not a regular job, i was begging you, god

You think you can rap about killing these bitches

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

You're not gonna get views, if you choose to rap lame

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

Surely you can rap better than this right?

And if i want to go outside

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

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Your girl knows how to ride, tell her to join my ranch.

Stupendous, cheeko suspended you can rap, a good match