This is a song about "Casting"

To liberate yourself, africa

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

An unseen being casting universal curses

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

And i'm still hurtin over pops

These nigguhs actors casting something like a movie we gon make a movie

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

All along i've been casting for a better fish

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

And getting money is the song i sing

Patting yeah chatting pah acting like casting