This is a song about "Everyone wanting to become famous"

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

And i am trying to hear what you wanting to say

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Go from wanting to be the president, to being a voter

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

To get rich and famous,

And men'll chase love

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Just wanting to runaway, and to at least win that race