This is a song about "Lot of wana bes"

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

You bloggers hawk a lot of drama; we're talking it slow,

You had a lot of happiness but always wanted more of it

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

Careless world drop, pewm, then im out

Lot of things i'm getting pissed off about

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

I have very short patience because a lot of rap's bad

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

She will never get by, no how no way

I lost lot of energy today

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Like "loot at me!", yeah that makes a lot of sense