This is a song about "Try to be rapper"

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

By night and by day, y'all motherfuckers try to be,

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Yeah i might be the worst rapper

But i'll still try to be the man sending you flowers.

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

I still struggle to try and be happy, every damn day,

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

The whole scene is messed up, i try to be positive,

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Or try to be your converter too

He ain't give a fuck about you

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I try to be understanding,