This is a song about "You have nothing to rap"

To throw it all away

I have nothing to say

I have nothing to show for it, except this rap poem,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

When it comes to the rap game you better have devotion

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

You fear success, but rally you have nothing to worry about.

Cause nothing of that crap you rap amuses me

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

I don't have to write a rap for you to recognize that

But they sold jello in the paint

You have never heard a rap phrased

But i got you guys, and now i have the confidence to rap tight/

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride