This is a song about "You can t even rap you fat bitch"

Well bitch,if this is how you rap im through with you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Im rap god you fuckin bitch

And she stripping, go to college

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

What can you say, you cant even itch

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Well i'm here to inform you that that fat bitch sang

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Cant even complain cuz you not bitch made

I don't mind if you niggas hate

You think you can rap about killing these bitches

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with