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

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

Huslin' erday to that dah only sh*t that we know

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

You don;t thin anymore

Some old bitch that we did before

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

I rap i know i aint half bad right? but how many niggas you done clapped

You can tell everybody that you know how to rhyme too

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you