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

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Ha, there gonna be haters saying im not a rapper but a little singer

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Your the type to act like a rapper,

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

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

And i be countin' money till i pass out

Im a rapper without a crowd to make me feel proud

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

I want to be the number 1 rapper in quebec

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

A poet or a rapper i can even be both,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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