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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

Bro enough farting, i'll teach ya how to swing rap and sing

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

I know i’m 'bout to kill it, how you know? i got that feeling

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill