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

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

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

No flow, not a real rapper, can't handle a beat

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Where are you its not reality

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

And your not a rhino though you are that albino

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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