This is a song about "How to write a rap"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I don't know how to rap,

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Kid just go back to school and learn how to write rhymes

They loved the sight

Dont need a pen to write

Wonder how nice before i write a couple rhymes,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

So i just had to write this rap to get my head.

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

I was put on this earth to write about how i feel/

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

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back