This is a song about "Wannabe thugs"

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Could become somethin’ great, but would rather beat thugs,

Fuck that now trying get the money

You're just a wannabe

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs