This is a song about "Being an emcee"

You thought that i was done with completely being an ass? please

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

You call yourself an emcee, i call you a poet,

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Its like being held in shackles with an ocean front view to humiliate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

If your an emcee then that makes me a lyrical genius with hook's like dempsey

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Fuck being an architect and kissing ass,

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

A freak, he's a beast unleashed, an emcee who just eats beats,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Im almost the best emcee