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

I was a kid when daddy sold dope

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I could be underground and broke, but a better rapper,

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

Im washin off another plate

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

A poet or a rapper i can even be both,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I split one rapper into a dismal tenth

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

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

I aint really a rapper

What is hittin' for

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage