This is a song about "You r a faux ass rapper"

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I cant say im a rapper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Just a lazy egotistacal rapper,

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

Most of yall say im a weak ass rapper and that i cant rhyme well lets see,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

The ice ain't really nothing to her

My gramma say you wanna be a rapper

Rapper you know has a flow so heavenly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

Stack up your funds like a million bucks