This is a song about "Wannabe appropriat"

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

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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,

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

See. they say i'm a wannabe forget that i'm a gonna be. say hay

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.