This is a song about "Being on the doll"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Im tired of being slepted on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Am i really just a reanimated doll,

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

To liberate yourself, africa

Good love then i can do that for her

At the thought of being popular

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it