This is a song about "Making me famous"

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Struggles making me feel frustrated

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Excuse me miss i’m not making excuses

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I feel great i feel even stronger, its making me harder,

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

We're barely making dollars at our peanut jobs, close to me,

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Got me famous from my massacres in #mass #acres my arms hunt with flashes

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Making me cry everytime i see your face,

Making me something to munch

Be on my low scrunch