This is a song about "Bucket full of lame"

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Respect for the name cuz im sick of the lame

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Like a line full of hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

And i must admit

This towns full of bull shit

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Boot full of the ounces

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Convinced and full of admiration-

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Full of drugs, over inflated figures