This is a song about "You can rap"

You can run slash rap fuck this fuck that, but i'm here dodgin every punch and crunch you have

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

You think that you can rap man? shit,don't make me giggle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It's all good, finna dog that

He said damn that kid can rap

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I can rap and make you feel a capsule going down your tracks

Now hope, that you can recover from the smother of my rap attack/

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

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