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

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

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

It involves a mighty deity, by the n. n.name, yahweh.

Wanna be just another memory eh eh eh

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I pullin out my d, see, i just wanna be free,

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Its just another day in may

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Im not just another white fellow

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

No different these wanna be fanatics that don't do work just ask it

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Skip to another rapper, unless you wanna continue