This is a song about "Being an idol"

I was being an ass

Fell asleep in first class

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

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

You aren’t up to date being an mcee for a bitch is too late,

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Fuck being counterfeit

You were my fuckin' idol

As i light one for ill will

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle