This is a song about "Doing nothing in the world waiting for death to come"

Waiting for the shot to escape, this nonsense and frustration

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

People standing in line, waiting for a chance to berate me

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

6 o's pay for my car

Waiting for me to raise the bar

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

Always prepared to strike just waiting for when the times right

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Waiting for me to fuck up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck