This is a song about "Being better rhan every one else"

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

I'm getting better every increment

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I’m not a wanna be, i got talent know one else has never seen

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Thinking every night of one day going in

Do you plan on being you or someone else,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

For a better life,hoping one day its going to better right

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Because your poor and there's no one else to blame

No one likes being lied to.

Wanna spend it all on you