This is a song about "Wanna be a fashion model"

You wanna be a god instead of a king,

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

You sound like a lazy wanna be activist throwing a fit

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Like a fashion cartel,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

But now all changed i wanna be a dope rapper

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I'm a be what i fucken wanna be

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Customize a server instance like a model train

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win