This is a song about "Admiring"

For a minute i did... but i inherited a sufficient amount of cash and became rich,

I live by chekhov's gun and now i'm firing it, revising all the time admiring it,

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

Whilst you was too busy admiring as me a fucking fan...

I ain't fighting, i'm just rhyming, ain't dying, just writing,

Admiring my styling cos i'm flying you hiding