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

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

At the same damn time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

You don;t thin anymore

Mirror mirror on the wall

But now all changed i wanna be a dope rapper

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

Slumdog far apart any sub par

I wanna be a star