This is a song about "Me becoming a singer"

Im a killer its my mental thriller, im not a singer but yes, i am a sinner,

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Who you were becoming

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I'm becoming a renegade of what i'm about, nearing what i feared about...

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

As minds are becoming complete,

Cause they right down the street

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Incredible how you fall for a fair sound, becoming nevermore

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

I'm becoming a true failure till there's no glass to fill only wishing

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process.

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Ay, undo your bra with one handif anything is gonna care it on and cum can

And my depression is slowly becoming a misconception of who i really am,