This is a song about "How good of a rapper i an"

I thought i recognized her

I may not look like a black rapper

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

The life of a rapper, swimming in champagne

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

A writer, producer, actor, rapper, an emcee

Now on the surface you seem like a pretty good rapper,

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

They say i spit even though i'm not a rapper

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still