This is a song about "Wana bes"

High heel wearer, hell of a body

One two three everybody wana be

I wouldn't wana be you you want to be me you can't look in the mirror

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

These are questions i wana ask when your listening

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

One whos flipped her lid wana place a bid...

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I am not a person i represent an idea that you can be whoever the fuck you wana be civil liberties

You aint shady spiritually literally or lyrically, your a shit stain not metaphorically now leave,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I wana know how much u really love me