This is a song about "The rper doesnt know how to rap"

Can't win with a passive attack

I don't know how to rap,

The they know how it is from riches to rags (bitches)

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap

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

I just write that right by a mic stand

I don't know how to react

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

You obviously don't know how to rhyme

Don't know rap, how will you ever get my refferences? honestly i just rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice