This is a song about "Not being rapper"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Guess i cant be me or not being me

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

I'll spit hot fire lyrics, but i'm not a rapper though

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Another rapper mixed in with gangster mothafucka you're not tupac!

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

It's a no shit i'm provoking, told u before "i'm not a rapper"

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her