This is a song about "Black wannabe"

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

And losin all his money

You're just a wannabe

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

And i thought i was black

May just gon' bring hobo back

My president is black

And daddy's in the cadillac