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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Its no secret that you seek dick, you go and choke on tic tac sized dicks,

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Fernando blunt is a bad rapper

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I aint really a rapper

Going broke, no sir

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Rapper you know has a flow so heavenly

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins