This is a song about "Wanna be a balla"

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

An awesome advantage against these anonymous adversaries attempting to attack me.

Get into pop even nicki, minaj with her roman follower/ not me i wanna be a prodigy/

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

And i wanna be like #justin and jt: make a profit

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

You sound like a lazy wanna be activist throwing a fit

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I used to be a dork now these girls all wanna chase me

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see