This is a song about "Being a rez rapper"

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

I could be underground and broke, but a better rapper,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Im a rapper through and through

I just got one request, stop breathing

I believed in a higher being.

If your a rapper than

They be like damn

And i ain't frontin for her

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

Last of a dying breed

78. sick rapper on a beat,

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Say i am just a rapper from pittsburgh