This is a song about "Know how to rap"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

You obviously don't know how to rhyme

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

But all you know is how to loathe,

I don't know how to react

If you ever feel alone and

I don't know how to rap,

Top dropped down, black on black

Who real bitches check me out though

That you better know how to throw

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

He aint even know how to rap, feel what am saying?