This is a song about "Want to be me"

I know they pay me too much of attention

Cause i dont want you to be stocking me in

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I wouldn't wana be you you want to be me you can't look in the mirror

I want to be respected

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

You want to say something about me?

Chillin' with homies and family

Makes me want to avoid

Ridin' in that black joint

I want your last thoughts to be me, sitting on your couch watching glee

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

Do you want me to prey for you to be okay?

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day