This is a song about "A wannabe rapper"

Or closed casket for our troubles

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

(sorry, ma'am, xbox isn't a rapper)

And that i spent the night with her

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Fernando blunt is a bad rapper

That damier bag i bought her

Your the type to act like a rapper,

A bad man rapper with a plan

Still the man with the pan

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

78. sick rapper on a beat,