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

I don't know how to rap,

There's crack, there's crack

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

But at least thats the reason she learned how to rap

I didnt know what influenced me to rap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

I'll never know the struggle of blacks, how it felt to them,

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

I rap to myself out loud about how beautiful the day

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

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

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Got the whole crowd to jump,that's how i know they're pumped