This is a song about "Being on a budget"

I'm a realass nigga sick of being spitted on cause i'm the "wrong" one

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

But thats the life of a human being

And getting money is the song i sing

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Nigga i ain't never scared

A childhood being suppressed,

She say she love me more than anything

Took the form of a human being

Let my angel sing

For going on being