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

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

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

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

I may not look like a black rapper

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

Then the stars don't even matter

I cant say im a rapper

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I became a nuisance to all, filled em up like i'm mucus