This is a song about "Your a wanna be"

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

You wanna be a god instead of a king,

That he's a wanna-be who's posing and choking

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Wanna be the one whose gon fight away all your tears.

You and your wanna be white trash passion

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You wanna be 50 so bad you got shot in the jaw and your chin swelled

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

I wanna be featured in a magazine, this diesel, it be my gasoline,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen