This is a song about "Just another john gotti wanna be"

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

I wanna fuck the bitches i never could, i just wanna be a rapper,

And my pain.... i just wanna be prepared for what's to come next.

While everybody got ammunition on deck

There will never be another you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Adapting with ease, just another reason/

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

So they taught me to spray

Just get paid, just another day

Wanna be just another memory eh eh eh

(ball so hard) bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'ye

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Im not just another white fellow

Open up your contacts then scroll

Just another system of control