This is a song about "Not a great rapper"

No flow, not a real rapper, can't handle a beat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

(sorry, ma'am, xbox isn't a rapper)

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

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

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

Im not sad or blue im fucking black and red dude rip a rapper up like old news

Good love then i can do that for her

Just a lazy egotistacal rapper,

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

I may not look like a black rapper

I'll spit hot fire lyrics, but i'm not a rapper though

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner