This is a song about "But i m not a rapper"

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

It's a no shit i'm provoking, told u before "i'm not a rapper"

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

The center of the east coast my emblem reads

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

And this the endso good luck with your career

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I may not look like a black rapper

That damier bag i bought her