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

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

This meditation your in is the flow i provide for my patients

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Waiting for the seasons to weaken it seems like a good idea

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

Blame the name, fame, brace for grace, stay away of this face.

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Waiting til the beginning of the month for the check