This is a song about "I have been great"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I won't be going to hell. i have been stalked, stabbed, my bones cracked,

I see you have great burden and blame within

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

From humanity i have been through shit my identity is unknown

So hopefully i would become great

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

But i don't care, ain't it great?

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Since i hopped on this site, everyone's chances have been robbed,

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop