This is a song about "Me not being a rapper"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

It's a no shit i'm provoking, told u before "i'm not a rapper"

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Not a choice but shows being careless,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Im a rapper without a crowd to make me feel proud

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Anyone who tries me is a fake rapper, no dollars just counterfeit."

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

When a rapper tells me about their goals, i know it's fictional,