This is a song about "Dissing a wannabe"

Third ward general, young cash money

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

Hey,i took a risk dissing you,

It's really not an issue

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

You sleep in a nest you dissing are you stressed...

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

This dissing and criticism isn't

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.

A collab dissing laylow!? whoa! see that is priceless

Together all the timethought it was true love

God mc oh my god you gotta see

You're just a wannabe