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

So motherfucka don't appear when the money's homelil' homie done grew into a big dog

But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I know i'm not the best, maybe i'm not a rapper but a guest

Im not a battle rapper but i am an axe wielding maniac,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

I may not look like a black rapper

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

Say i am just a rapper from pittsburgh