This is a song about "I m a rapper named 50 snick"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

I met this girl named mariana

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

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

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I aint really a rapper

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

And i just want to hold her

I cant say im a rapper

The only time i flirt with her

I may not look like a black rapper