This is a song about "Not knowing how to rap"

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.

I rap to myself out loud about how beautiful the day

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

On that red-eyed kush flight

Not knowing what to write

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Which i will then proceed to eat, not knowing

I don't know how to rap,

The door crack, niggas all black

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Me that i need and breath, if i let you go i'd be on my knees not knowing

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Knowing that my parents do not care

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that