This is a song about "Jax teller"

She sees the world through a dirty window

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

All these body blows must be taking a toll

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

So fuck the clerk & his salary

Let me rideuntil i get free

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Listen to the fear in your breath an its taken my toll

I see more money than a bank tel-ler...

The plight of a rapper or whatever

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Not a dream looks like fear took it's toll.

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Watching through a window, on the tree i sit in prone