This is a song about "A kid waiting for fame but sees the worth of patients"

Instead of waiting by your keyboard for me to turn a phrase,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

I live my life in tha fast lane

I'm passed the hall of fame/

A tolerance is built for most folks but not the coppers kid

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

They think they bring that pain

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

But they added fuel to the fire waiting for the flaming/

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Im just waiting for a volunteer,

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear