This is a song about "Wanting to be baby kaely"

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

The real muscle in the message of that

Only 14 years old still wandering and wanting to explore

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

I got to be your baby

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

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

If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Aspect, im wanting to change perspective, range of view, and visions,

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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