This is a song about "You can t even rap"

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

You can even time us

Straight rap formulas that you can’t even comprehend/

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

You don;t thin anymore

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

She prefer the dutty wine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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