This is a song about "Im a rapper"

Most of yall say im a weak ass rapper and that i cant rhyme well lets see,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

My gramma say you wanna be a rapper

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Ha, there gonna be haters saying im not a rapper but a little singer

I call her, no answer

Yo this is a rapper?

While im pissin,on the head of your favorite rapper,

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Im the nonstop rapper

I thought i recognized her

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Im like no other rapper that you've met.