This is a song about "You don t even know how to rap"

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Or a mom who didn’t even know how to add

I got a rap sheet to my name that's just too long, and you ain't even know it,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

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

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

You probably don't even know who brought rap into smoking trees,

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Don't even know how to run a nation, only there for fame