This is a song about "Krown of stardom"

What up girl, tell me how you been

Of instant elation

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

You're fit to be clown, a joke who's hopin for stardom

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Or know them testament verses

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Took my heart away from money

Moment of clarity,