This is a song about "A person who wanna become a rapper"

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Not a morning person, hell no

Unlike these rappers who rather dress-up than be a rapper

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Change shit and become a better people person

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Made me a better person

Miami nights, ain't another one

Anyone who tries me is a fake rapper, no dollars just counterfeit."

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I call her, no answer

I cant say im a rapper

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Improve myself to become a person, not a who

But hey i'm not a person

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them