This is a song about "You consider yourself a rapper"

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

For a fact, you might lose yourself

Cause i can't seem to see myself

You call yourself an emcee, i call you a poet,

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

You have basically locked yourself in a crate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

You could consider me a walking cremation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

My gramma say you wanna be a rapper

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Watchin' you bitch about yourself is a fucking nuisance