This is a song about "Career"

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

I was about eight or nine but i had no future career

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Who would have thought i made this a career

End your career in a verse

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Started caring about my self than my rapping career

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Rappers rapping about there career, i’ll break that.

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

I run this slithering sphere, i'll end your whole career,