This is a song about "Wannabe gangsters"

See. they say i'm a wannabe forget that i'm a gonna be. say hay

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

This guy is acting like gangsters, in fact he is still acting like youngsters,

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I just wannabe an inspiration, i want to be known as a rapper of the new generation,