This is a song about "Artists"

It's a beautiful bliss

Pave the way for new artists

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Targets filled with the markups of wack artists

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

But it’s damaged by these fake-ass artists from the mainstream,

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Giving rap artists an early dismiss

Rex ryan on these hoes, jet life forever bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

All these other artists don't got no independence,

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

The underground artists sproutin' under towns never bound

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round