This is a song about "I want to know your name"

When change come to your name

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

I don't want to hear my name again, the shit's in the back,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I know your sad & you want me to come back but i cant

But my plan is to show you that i understand

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I got a rap sheet to my name that's just too long, and you ain't even know it,

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

There's one last thing i want you to know about this girl i know *music ends*

I'm poor but i want success, i don't know who to write to,

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

I want to be your one and only i want to be that girl thats there