This is a song about "How to rap like 2pac"

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

But at least thats the reason she learned how to rap

I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

I'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

I don't know how to rap,

You ain't gon find that

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Nigga you got 2 learn how to rap

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat