This is a song about "Wannabe appropriate f"

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

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

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Just another wannabe sucker waiting to get snuffed

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Distractin' half of the crap rap wannabe rappers, mad reactions,

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

Lost in the lack of appropriate answers to my many simple questions,