This is a song about "Bubble but"

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I hate to pop your bubble but what would reduce you to rubble

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Just for fun; i'm number one, these other niggas' bubble guts

We no longer close or nothing

But who knows what's right, but life's something

Out of the atmosphere, world in a bubble

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

But that's reality.

Fuck fame, fuck money

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel