This is a song about "Wanna be thug"

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

Bitches is artificially duck

Heard you gotta be a thug

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I only wanna be heard

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I wanna get respect i wanna be in the grates,

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I only wanna be heard

And i ain't trina be no thug like i said im just caught up in a mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Millionaire, wanna be billionaire-