This is a song about "Not a rapper"

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Just a lazy egotistacal rapper,

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

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Fucking hell what a rapper,