This is a song about "A boy whose dreams are broken"

They can't find success, like a foreigner whose mapping

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Sent from a heart that has been broken.

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Whose writing better when your raps are more terrible

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Formed from a broken promise,

If you believe then you can achieve

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

But he is still 16 years old a young guy whose raps are mold

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry