This is a song about "Italy rapper"

Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Im the nonstop rapper

Or something that you paid for

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

My gramma say you wanna be a rapper

Yo this is a rapper?

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Fucking hell what a rapper,

And i just want to hold her

I may not look like a black rapper

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Then later u said i'm a cool rapper!!?

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

What is hittin' for

Im the nonstop rapper