This is a song about "I am an artist trip fuck you"

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

I'm an artist who's paying dues, i have to deal, no grabbing steel,

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

So part of the plan

I am an elephant man

I wasn't made for a 9-5,im an artist an i was sent to ride or die

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

And now these hoes are on my line

Guilty, but i'm an artist in his prime/

Didn't want to fuck up, shit every time that i talked to her was such a trip

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

This the land of the white man

Don't know who the fuck i am