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

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Now on the surface you seem like a pretty good rapper,

I know i'm not the best, maybe i'm not a rapper but a guest

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

Though. i got that liquid courage and aspiration, take your girl maker her bounce

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Now you can rip an average rapper not the rappin this track

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Im not a battle rapper but i am an axe wielding maniac,

They say i spit even though i'm not a rapper

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after