This is a song about "Not a rapper i m a producer"

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

And served it to the public on a silver platter

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`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

M a boy ,make my life unstoppable race...

I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

But now all changed i wanna be a dope rapper

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Early adapters agree they all late

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

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