This is a song about "You dont know how to rap"

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I dont know how to say it any clearer

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Even haters dont want to know you

But i got it all undercontrol you dont know how hard i tried

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

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

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

You obviously don't know how to rhyme

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Dont need consent to rap

One night love: i'mma need that