This is a song about "Being a goddess"

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism

Tell them niggas they sleeping

I believed in a higher being.

Or was i just a desolate being

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Of being a ballplayer superstar like stephon marbury.

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Blow up and being in a position

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

You propel women into goddess like status