This is a song about "Your ugly you can t rap i have money copy and paste"

I can rap and make you feel a capsule going down your tracks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Not copy and paste rhymes.

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

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

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We all dream one day we kings and queens

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Your sneazy and shit, bitch, i bet you even copy and pasted your spit,