This is a song about "In the background"

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

He's in the books he's in the cites

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

The realist in the game

These whack clowns are background rappers but i'mma crack down

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

I know that love it could begin

Knocked out in the lunch in

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket