This is a song about "20 years and haven t found anny answer where do go am i lost"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I just want an answer, am i really like cancer?

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

And cause i'm safe where i am, protected by a family

And inside they think rap's soft

Because i am so lost,

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

But bitch i found color and i integrate it into every rap i write/

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

I searched and i searched but i never found the answer

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

I found an inner slim shady and went crazy sent rentvawat to this lady

Stop before you respond, my lryical rhyme, just killed you bitches for the count

Try to make a "good out" but ball comes out lost and unfound, hope lost and your doubt found,

I am much better

Am i lost forever...