This is a song about "Teach me how to rap"

To me you are a dog so i'll teach you some new tricks

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

What's up ill kid? tranna teach me how to spit

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

No bitch teach me to critique quick

Teach you how to rope a chick

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Fucking up a jerm beat, teach you how to vandalize

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

But i'm ready to teach how this country seems to be

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

It's over blaw if u wanna rap come to me i will show u how

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

He aint even know how to rap, feel what am saying?