This is a song about "Claim to be a rapper"

The only range of options for me is to be a rapper or athlete,

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

I could be underground and broke, but a better rapper,

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

My tongue is a steel dagger / kneel to the real rapper

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Do you wish upon a shooting star to make it as a rapper or to be fucked by another guy,

So we both ball till' my dying daysbefore i say goodbyekato and mental rest in peacethug till i die

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out

Decision whether i would be a rapper or a man without

Some claim it's a curse but up to face this test,

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I want to be the number 1 rapper in quebec

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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