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

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

I'll spit hot fire lyrics, but i'm not a rapper though

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

You already are caged

You wait and see little old me will be a star you’ll see, me on my world tour,

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

My records sell, yes sir

I cant say im a rapper

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Say i am just a rapper from pittsburgh

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Im not really a rapper im more of an artist

I don’t care where ya are

I aint really a rapper