This is a song about "You ain t a rapper"

You must pick a rapper beneath you and blow his head in

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

We vegetables, on them record labels

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

You don;t thin anymore

The shit that i spit is more

I never use a fork i always spoon her

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

I aint really a rapper

I thought i recognized her