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

That damier bag i bought her

I aint really a rapper

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

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

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

I became a total dick, as soon as i hit my teens

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

I was a fiend before i became a teen

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I confess it- i'm a shitty skinny white rapper