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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

These joints here not found at the mall

You don;t thin anymore

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

Must be something you want me to see

Tell these people something they don`t know about me