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

You wish you were a rapper, your a lyrical disaster

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

My gramma say you wanna be a rapper

If you wanna see a rapper, click my page n see,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Just a lazy egotistacal rapper,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

And i just want to hold her

I aint really a rapper