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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

I'm harder than a pastor's dick when he sees the average kid

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

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

There's reasons for actions worth the seizing not a confession

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

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

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Im just waiting for a volunteer,