This is a song about "You can t rap"

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

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

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

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

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I can tell you smoke - i'm not sure if you tried to rap or if you just choked

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

You think you can rap about killing these bitches

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

You don;t thin anymore

I rap the best i can

Playboy, i don't own that man