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

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Knowing nothing but to chew, scratch, 'n claw,

Fuck, i don't know just how to rap

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

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

He sent a subtle text, not knowing what's coming next

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Top dropped down, black on black

I don't know how to rap,

Not knowing what to write

These shows be packing tight

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Not knowing i was the only one in the middle