This is a song about "I m a better rapper"

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I got a semi rapper in ma genes

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

I aint really a rapper

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Say i am just a rapper from pittsburgh

I split one rapper into a dismal tenth

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

If i should die before i wake

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race