This is a song about "Becoming a popstar"

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process.

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

Spending all day on the net becoming a real nerd

Incredible how you fall for a fair sound, becoming nevermore

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Becoming one of the best is one of my doubts in life

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Still so damaged, day by day she's becoming saddened,

And now these eyeballs are turning and the fingers are pointing..."looka what he's becoming."

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing