This is a song about "I m not rapper"

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

No fake doctor in my name, and it's not capped off by m c

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

They say i spit even though i'm not a rapper

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

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

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha