This is a song about "Fustration and waiting"

There comes a time for waiting and patients

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Ladies and gents, sorry to keep you all waiting,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting

Hiding under my bed and waiting till the danger passed away

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

I feel like i have done nothing, and i'm just waiting to die,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Politicians and hypocrite critics, yeah they're waiting for ya,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

6 is only half senses, and i'm waiting on my race to send ships

And now as i sit debating waiting im a slave and intimidating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying