This is a song about "I am a rapper"

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

A poet or a rapper i can even be both,

I may not look like a black rapper

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Like i am a weevil.

Never wrong at any level

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Let me call that hotel

Momma said i am a hell

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

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

I wanna fuck the bitches i never could, i just wanna be a rapper,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her