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

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

I rap to myself out loud about how beautiful the day

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

I got a condom and i know how to use it

I didnt know how to raise kids i tried my best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

There's crack, there's crack

I don't know how to rap,

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

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand