This is a song about "Wannabe rappers"

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

I shoot seeds at rappers

Know just what your worth

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

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

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

Upon rappers that don't show expression

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Shitty little slutty wannabe you calliope or a newbie please don't bug me if you need me

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

You're just a wannabe

Just to go to liv on a sunday