This is a song about "I wanna be black"

I wanna be king block and i wanna hear them scream my name

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

I don't want it on my back

Who happens to be black

I wanna be a star

That gal want me ride har

I'm a be what i fucken wanna be

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I wanna get respect i wanna be in the grates,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I've turned into someone i don't wanna be

I don't wanna be fried or baked

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

That bitch was racist, got me fired

I only wanna be heard