This is a song about "Frustration"

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Frustration drained of determination, voices deterring imagination

Leaving behind the cold past in a fast dash cause of what these fuckers been

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

That's why i put my words in my music, to let frustration vent,

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

My stainless release stress and frustration through a niggas chest

Frustration drained of determination, voices deterring imagination

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

Through my frustration, exasperation,

My talent should take me places i've never been

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Waiting for the shot to escape, this nonsense and frustration