This is a song about "Almost to 1k on instagram"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Almost lose control, lost sanity

These the games that they play, they study your instagram pictures

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

I'm so close to the fame i can almost taste it

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

Reality expressed like a touch of instagram

I just caught you taking selfies for instagram

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

And hold up i'm almost through

I don't wanna damage you

To the jurrasic, in fact the nack's almost automatic

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins