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

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

A deaf man sees the world for what it really is he makes the most of breathing

For all the mischief you did but kid

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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

Wale and we are not the same

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Im just waiting for a volunteer,

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Take grace, aim for the title not for fame but a message

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much