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

Hope all over again, we can start

Knowing you trying to hard

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Knowing that my parents do not care

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

I don't know how to rap,

Make the fingers snap

To teach her not to fight and how to be polite

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

But at least thats the reason she learned how to rap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that