This is a song about "You cant rap all you say is nonsense"

All of this is just nonsense

I'm on deck i'm up next

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

And all i want you to say is

Cant say that i started getting over you,

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

All you see is red all over my bed cant even see my head cuz im dead.

You talkin nonsense we let that baretta spit

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

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

Your money is spent on rap so you cant pay your rent

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed