This is a song about "I prod to be haitian"

I got to be your baby

I was wondering maybe

No idea who i have to be

A military mind mean money

A big disappointment i would hate to be

We came.. way too far pretty baby

No idea who i want to be

This is like riding through the city

I am who i deserve to be

That's the way, you can move it baby

I'll be who i want to be i'll be who i need to be

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key