This is a song about "Ideas and careers"

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Frowned tears, downed beers, use my pen for ideas,

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

End careers before you know i'm even here/

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

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

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption