This is a song about "Wannabe"

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Of wannabe rappers, go all the way around, and up to the top, climb my way into hip hop,

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Im not a wannabe,so don't front on me,i had the cops break my front window and taser

Get the fuck off my case, why are you wannabe rappers in my face

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

You're just a wannabe

Fuck fame, fuck money

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Shitty little slutty wannabe you calliope or a newbie please don't bug me if you need me

Just another wannabe sucker waiting to get snuffed

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

We're not just some fake wannabe, made by society/