This is a song about "Ill teach you how to rap"

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

What's up ill kid? tranna teach me how to spit

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

But no girls wanted to teach me how to kiss

Everything ain't what it seems

Ill give you time to sleep on your rap schemes.

But you don't know how first found rap,

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

Try to start a rap off without crap about how good you flow.

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Building a contraption with suspension to teach you a lesson.

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

I'm about to teach you some manners.