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

Hop off the bus

You can even time us

You don;t thin anymore

No ho, acquainted with the floor

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Straight rap formulas that you can’t even comprehend/

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Over me the same peeps that have died

Surely you can rap better than this right?

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Spending all this time thinking that you can rap

I don't know why i'm even on this track