This is a song about "Not nero"

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

Not coincidental

As i light one for ill will

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You do not diss us, to warn we we're not insult takers,

I'm fried from this ripple

Not even metaphorical

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference