This is a song about "Failure to success"

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Blinding me and keeping me up, no nights to sleep, for success is waiting

I'm poor but i want success, i don't know who to write to,

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

I leave people crying to death in there rooms, man your a failure.

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I'm the grains for this plain to grow my game to success,

I'm becoming a true failure till there's no glass to fill only wishing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

You fear success, but rally you have nothing to worry about.

My path to success wasn't long enough..well what's my knife for if it can't create shortcuts/

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts