This is a song about "How i became a rapper"

Like how everyone's a rapper and people think i imitate it.

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I was a fiend before i became a teen

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Adaptable i became, i'm in a case made for your rage

I aint really a rapper

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Look, cole world, still a cold world

Say i am just a rapper from pittsburgh

Influenced by others, i slowly became them, truancy became an addiction,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Do everything in my power cause you're something i want to protect

But i talked to her and we became friends walked her home that day even received a text,