This is a song about "Becoming a musician"

I'm becoming a true failure till there's no glass to fill only wishing

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

And my depression is slowly becoming a misconception of who i really am,

You're task is to become a musician,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

At least you can say you fucked a musician

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Got the musician in my palace playing brasses,