This is a song about "Wannabe appropriate for s"

S queezys very bold

But for long time i had gone cold

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

You're just a wannabe

Dc, man over money

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

I really can't under what s the fighting for