This is a song about "You are not a rapper"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

You wish you were a rapper, your a lyrical disaster

My gramma say you wanna be a rapper

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

But you are not a g so you can't stop cos you never started

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Are you afraid of a thug? you're not man enough

Rapper you know has a flow so heavenly

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I'm the bully in your school now my dick is big as fuck that shit weigh 52 pounds

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

It's a no shit i'm provoking, told u before "i'm not a rapper"

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her