This is a song about "1not singing this song in your choir or in your orchestra"

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

In this rap game your no competition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

Ha, and the bitches all gone

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

// this song is all about the inequality in the world

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Spit a poem or a diss before in your mouth i piss

Either that or wrapped your body up in curtains

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits