This is a song about "Made about what you make in one year that unfair"

Yeah hey maybe one day you will make it to the big stage doing what you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Now move a little bit to the left

You made me play that roulette

One year later, recaptured

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I find it kind of unfair that my niggas still in warfare

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

But what about those verses you made on that website

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Could make you smile even when your about to burst down in tears.

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Contemplate about life and what the fuck i'm made of,