This is a song about "Not being loved"

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

His story goes about summers, where he now suffers not being in the competition

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Never loved during adolescence, only thing i loved were smoke sessions,

Never loved during adolescence, only thing i loved were smoke sessions,

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

But being rough and stading tought seems not enough

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first