This is a song about "Wanna be a balla"

I don't wanna be a jerk, im just in a bad mood,

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

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

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Make room for the groom married to his music

And who y'all wanna be,

Plottin' don’t even worry

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

You sound like a lazy wanna be activist throwing a fit

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Girls dont wanna be near you like a teenager with chores

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

That such a place exists, but that's where she wanna be