This is a song about "Not a rapper"

You know...you know who you are

Fucking hell what a rapper,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Your the type to act like a rapper,

And i'm not your average rapper

Yeah, they call me country grammar

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

I may not look like a black rapper

We don't know what to say to the damage we stay silent like a mouse

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

Fernando blunt is a bad rapper

The ice ain't really nothing to her

So motherfucka don't appear when the money's homelil' homie done grew into a big dog

But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I'm not a caf rat i'm a fucking white rapper that's half black