This is a song about "Being idol"

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Success is my idol being broke is my rival

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Snipers chilling in idol building waiting to take my life and end it

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

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

Fuck being counterfeit

My bitches fuck me good

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Took the form of a human being

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I swear i couldn't breathe when my idol started quoting my lines

The teens need a new idol, ill tell em to admire this.

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english