This is a song about "Sorry gangsta im a big boy i can do me"

Yeah, one time for the

He tries to be a gangsta,

But what can one boy do against a band.

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,

Im sorry if my words are stinging, big ego in the verses im slinging.

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Ma'am i know it hurts, and i'm so sorry but yo boy was tryna harm me

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes