This is a song about "Lot of wana bes"

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

But a lot of my homies like to tote the laser beams

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Water nowadays has lot of chemicals

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Before i buck lead and make a lot of blood shed

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

A lot of girls pussies cause he's fucking malcolm sex