This is a song about "About a week ago"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

One year ago you said i was a whore

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

A year ago i thought i had no future

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

We all will be talking about me by next week you'll see/

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Few years ago i didn't even have a roof

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Writing verses can be a freestyle or something written in a week

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Same simulation of shit i spat about years ago remains in allocation

Sedated from testin different medicine i've invested in

3 months ago i made a website to write raps,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats