This is a song about "Why i m not a rapper"

I aint really a rapper

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Why am i not good enough

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I may not look like a black rapper

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.