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

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

And you know, if i could, i get married to rap

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Beyond obese/ i didn't know how to behave/ i was an

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

I just rap cause i'm posed to, nigga this what i know

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

I rap i know i aint half bad right? but how many niggas you done clapped

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

When i was told i didn't know how to reply

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood