This is a song about "Artists"

Crushing the old school artists like boulders

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

While the mainstream artists try to fake and walk around it,

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

The underground artists sproutin' under towns never bound

All these artists crazy and satanic

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Is just a made-up gang meant to intimidate these artists,

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

While the mainstream artists try to fake and walk around it,