This is a song about "Am a singer"

I'm white, but get it right, i ain't no singer/

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Ha, there gonna be haters saying im not a rapper but a little singer

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

His skins white as winter, be a singer,

And there's little to be glad for

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

I am a storm so do the math.

I swear they think i'm crazy

I am proclaiming a change see

The root of all evil

Like i am a weevil.

Yes i am creating a place for us

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

People say i am a tinker bell

It's that crack, give you something to sell