This is a song about "I am not a rapper"

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

But that's not the case with me, i wanna be a rapper so badly,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I am not a lair just speak defamation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

That i am the king for a reason, not teasin, my mind is beaten

Let me see you walk

Who'd you think i am not?

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I aint really a rapper

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Im not really a rapper im more of an artist

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Im a killer its my mental thriller, im not a singer but yes, i am a sinner,