This is a song about "I old now try to hit me"

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Now how do i find the buster that i have to hit

I already cleared my hit list now i gotta to do list

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

So now i try to define what i think is right

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

I wanna be the old me that i was before, i lost my wife now.

The pain is horrible and for michael i gotta make it through somehow.

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Y'all pushed me to the ground and kicked me, i took a hit

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I got clowns on my hit list and start rapping now to business

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

When rappers try and burn me i hit 'em with the coldest shots,

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

And try to get me to say what you think i did!