This is a song about "Wannabe appropriate for scho"

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

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

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

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

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

Of wannabe rappers, go all the way around, and up to the top, climb my way into hip hop,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Im not a wannabe,so don't front on me,i had the cops break my front window and taser

Get the fuck off my case, why are you wannabe rappers in my face

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace