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

But that's not the case with me, i wanna be a rapper so badly,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Im not a battle rapper but i am an axe wielding maniac,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

I can always go home and look down my street

No flow, not a real rapper, can't handle a beat

I'll spit hot fire lyrics, but i'm not a rapper though

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

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

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

But now all changed i wanna be a dope rapper