This is a song about "Being in the music"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Dazed in confusion as the world shows the darkness being proven.

I can't tell who's telling the truth in being a liar.

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

For being the absent dad in attendance

And i can write a hook fast

Just for me being weird in the past/

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Inspiration in the game music during nights

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow