This is a song about "Wanna be rapers"

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

I've turned into someone i don't wanna be

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Fuck niggas wanna be,

Mama made her pretty

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Need an appointment wanna be dead

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I wanna get respect i wanna be in the grates,

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

But am i less holy

And who y'all wanna be,

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Wanna be with u but i wanna be with u for u n to be in your heart,