This is a song about "You can t draw"

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Im sick of fucking being skint for draw

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Got me quite open for a while

The one who can´t even show a real smile

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

I will dine on you swine so here is were you should draw the line bitch you cross pay the fine

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I begin to draw in chalk

Okay man you do the drop