This is a song about "Wannabe appropr"

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

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

You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I just wannabe an inspiration, i want to be known as a rapper of the new generation,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

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

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