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

But that's what he liked her

I cant say im a rapper

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

You wish you were a rapper, your a lyrical disaster

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Your favorite rapper is a wangster and you just

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.