This is a song about "Wanna be a balls"

With keen flows.i'm known to rip rhymes you see letters floating in the air like ghost.

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

That he's a wanna-be who's posing and choking

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

I flow like im under vents a mc with a temper 5 balls

I’m not a wanna be, i got talent know one else has never seen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

Let ya balls hang if this is the type of game ya wanna play,

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

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