This is a song about "Mark of insanity"

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Managing my vanity while channeling my insanity

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I feel the misery, miserably, of my insanity, in me, i'm going crazy.

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Not a pleasure; at least the pain is the biggest end of it.-mark twain

I swear its driving me into insanity

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Third ward general, young cash money

But in the midst of this insanity

Guaranteed it's done to see who will keep your insanity the closest of company

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

How i dont belong in this world of insanity