This is a song about "Becoming myself"

Who you were becoming

Niggas dying like its nothing

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Insincere when standing alone/ heart beating/ becoming stale and frantic/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

My whole family's hating what i'm becoming

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Although this is becoming an obsession,