This is a song about "Your a wannabe"

You're just a wannabe

It ain't hard to make money

It's real dog, i live in the fire

I'm a pro your a minor,

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Your body with a spike

You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Your a show without a channel

As i light one for ill will

We're not just some fake wannabe, made by society/

From my desire now look at the fuckin' irony