This is a song about "Wannabe appropriate f"

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

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

And concentrate on the formation of appropriate quotations

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

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

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

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

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

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away