This is a song about "Wannabe cholo"

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

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

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

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

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot