This is a song about "Wannabe appropriate f"

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

I haven't been living, surviving is appropriate to say

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

So check it out

When she f***in' turns around