This is a song about "Me moving on with my life"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Life isn't on my side, so tell me, how the fuck am i supposed to show pride.

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

I get on with my life as a scientist,

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

Nawh bitch obama can suck a dick my views on life will never get me rich

With bitches all up on me tryna get on my dick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades/

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates