This is a song about "Dont know how to rap"

Dont need consent to rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

I don't know how to rap,

I know what you do with that

I don't even know how to rhyme i don't wanna rap no more

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Rappers in life dont have a clue how to stop me

I don't know how to react

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

But i still know how to rap like you wish you could

That you better know how to throw

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

You obviously don't know how to rhyme

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time