This is a song about "Not a great rapper"

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

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

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

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

I may not look like a black rapper

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

They say i spit even though i'm not a rapper

Fucking hell what a rapper,

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Im not really a rapper im more of an artist

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest