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

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

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

My gramma say you wanna be a rapper

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

That we are not a lone

The king upon the throne

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

You wish you were a rapper, your a lyrical disaster