This is a song about "You cant rap boy"

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

That dont mean i cant rap like im bulletproof

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Rats get mouse trapped

But hes dead so you cant

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

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

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

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

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Fucked you in the bar,this rap drink you cant have it