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

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

Twista finna get up on the track

The door crack, niggas all black

I don't know how to rap,

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

Thinking about how to do this and how not to lose it

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Knowing that i rhyme just to feel alright,

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

But i still know how to rap like you wish you could

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Knowing that my parents do not care

Turn around and then you flip your hair