This is a song about "Wannabe gangsta"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Just another wannabe sucker waiting to get snuffed

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee