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

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

To teach her not to fight and how to be polite

Maybe i'll teach you something about how we deal with strife.

Or could i be the same one who came from a far away life

Asking "will you teach me?"

Cause you love me, call me daddy

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

Living out of a homeless shit

Let me tell you how rap influences me

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Fucking up a jerm beat, teach you how to vandalize

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

But at least thats the reason she learned how to rap