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

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

I cant say im a rapper

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

A poet or a rapper i can even be both,

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I may not look like a black rapper

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I split one rapper into a dismal tenth

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Say i am just a rapper from pittsburgh