This is a song about "You can t rap"

Keep reading this rap and you can see what my mind's like.

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

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

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

You think you can rap about killing these bitches

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only