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

Not knowing what to write

Wino might find yo' sight

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Knowing that my parents do not care

Season opener, finna be there

To teach her not to fight and how to be polite

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking

Bro enough farting, i'll teach ya how to swing rap and sing

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Fuck, i don't know just how to rap

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

Had my niggas down so i’m screaming fuck the law