This is a song about "Not a great rapper"

Took the van, went snatch her

I aint really a rapper

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

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

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

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Not just hoes, and lambos, in a great atmosphere

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

Exploded in the lightness as a rapper not a volunteer cause your bout to fall amir

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

Two reflections into one

We are on a great run

Fucking hell what a rapper,

You know...you know who you are