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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

Like a cop i pursue yo swag over due you aint nuthin but a follow up

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

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

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

I may not look like a black rapper

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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

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

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great