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

Now that you know how to behave,

See money talk and these days

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You people wanna know what influenced me to rap?

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

My ambition to blow

That you better know how to throw

I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.

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

And you don't know how it feels to be a og

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Cause everytime yall come around

That's the way i know how to hold you down

And you know, if i could, i get married to rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat