This is a song about "Being slept on"

 just not if it means giving up on being me,

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Slept on me like you had tracks stashed inside your mattresses,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

For going on being

Fuck it, im leaving

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

Are my ticket to being the richest man on earth

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

I'm opportunistic on lines like i'm just being realistic

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not