This is a song about "Dreaming about becoming a famous rapper"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Incredible how you fall for a fair sound, becoming nevermore

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Rewind, i don't give a fuck about any rapper, amir, or this fucking earth

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

Fernando blunt is a bad rapper

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

When a rapper tells me about their goals, i know it's fictional,