This is a song about "Don t wanna be a rapper"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Unlike these rappers who rather dress-up than be a rapper

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I'm a be what i fucken wanna be

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

But now all changed i wanna be a dope rapper

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Decision whether i would be a rapper or a man without

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

A kubali khan kinda don, choosing dudes to be done in