This is a song about "But i aint a rapper"

Say bye bye to her

I guess i aint a soldier

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I know i'm not the best, maybe i'm not a rapper but a guest

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

But dat shit aint true, i love a rainy day.

I consider myself to battle like a lion. man you aint nothin keep tryin but quit

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

I aint a stoner but my flow so dope

Been running around trying find a job

So motherfucka don't appear when the money's homelil' homie done grew into a big dog

But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk

I understand you're a dope rapper, but some shit is fake

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake