This is a song about "Wanting to be a rapper"

Decision whether i would be a rapper or a man without

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Wanting to be somebody with a 4 figure salary n' getting paid hourly.

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Go from wanting to be the president, to being a voter

Playing blackjack you're bust and still wanting to be dealt

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

I want to be the number 1 rapper in quebec