This is a song about "Failing school parents controlling me never can be myself want the life as a gang banger want the drug life want to make money"

Its you can do in life if you want to succeed,

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Kids make fun of me to make me want to hide under the bleachers

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

I just wannabe an inspiration, i want to be known as a rapper of the new generation,

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

You the the type of bitch to make a niggah want to use his fist

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

As a figure to someone that they definetly want to be

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Never in my life thought you'd be the one to play me.

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

That make me want to swear

No, not on top but down there