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

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

My gramma say you wanna be a rapper

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

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,