This is a song about "You can not rap"

Do not rap if you do not practice

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

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

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

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

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Surely you can rap better than this right?

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

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

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

I rap like the god you can call me zeus,

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

You think you can rap about killing these bitches

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this