This is a song about "Being a shitty rapper"

Huh, i can't interpret her

I aint really a rapper

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

My last line doesn't rhyme so it's a shitty paradox.

My gramma say you wanna be a rapper

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Then asking my identity

Haters gettin shitty

Meek milly racked up racked out

It was shitty without a doubt

78. sick rapper on a beat,

Translation cause my life is too sweet

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Your the type to act like a rapper,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I confess it- i'm a shitty skinny white rapper