This is a song about "I ain t a rapper"

Must be something you want me to see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

I understand you're a dope rapper, but some shit is fake

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Say i am just a rapper from pittsburgh

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

I am a rapper whose words stab like a machete show!

I may not look like a black rapper

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Because i feel strange beating a crap rapper and winning

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing