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

But they sign for the fame is what you see typically,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Sitting and waiting for a reply she stayed the night

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

There comes a time for waiting and patients

So here i am at the store for some chips

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

But the fame hasn't came 'til i'm on a magazine

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green