This is a song about "Dreams of being the next big thing"

My album dropped and the next thing you know i was pullin' the world

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Five shots she ready to leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Of people saying the same thing

They are not confident when im talking

You're uncool like my mother kin

Of the next generation...

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

I won't be moved and i just proved i'm the next big

Instead of her dreams being buried and no one there helping,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing