This is a song about "Sorry im not what youwant me to be"

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

My pops never gave me props for what im not

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Counselors telling me what i'm supposed to be

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Im sorry to say but you only live once (yolo)

My father hates me, this it what it seems to be

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Me to be the greatest, highly im underrated

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

Im not going to let you drag me down