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

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But they sold jello in the paint

I said i'm hurting her

I aint really a rapper

A new school wack rapper who can't write a

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Yea say that i am whack cause i really don't mind ill be getting busy ragging your

I have to bleed a bucket full, my life is a movie rated m for mature.

I split one rapper into a dismal tenth

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Think i need a new purse

I still got haters

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

I just wannabe an inspiration, i want to be known as a rapper of the new generation,