This is a song about "Wana bes"

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

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

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

Do u really wana be with me forever?

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver

And you "i can't wait to" be's

We can make more, make babies

I just want somebody i can see

One two three everybody wana be

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

These are questions i wana ask when your listening