This is a song about "Being better then i ever wanted"

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Everything i ever wanted is burning down in vain

Then i got better and used measured rhymes

Just to make it in this broadway lights

All i ever wanted was to pick apart the day

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Then i better focus on the studies, always with my buddies,

Everything he ever wanted to be.

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

Then i grab my binder, that’s when i wanted to find her

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

All i ever wanted was to pick apart the day

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Maybe im better liked then i know