This is a song about "Be who your are"

Your rap dreams are something that you should be abandoning.

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

Your raps are like orphans who havn't been fed

And don't perform after him or you might regret

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

But really, who are you to be judging me?

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Who running your block and what chick be hot

You'll get a sickness that affects your head, be fucking vicious who you're

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

I'm a fucking rap star

Who do you think you are

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Your family will be happy to know that you are gone,

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Live your life, don't fold under press pressure, me who you are it ain't hard