This is a song about "Not fitting into the rap music industry"

I came up hungry

Scared about the industry

Rap music hasn’t been the same, we don’t have half the pride,

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Filipino rap making music i'm pretty confident

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Fitting that you're the tutor cause i'm serving you a lesson

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Not looking back at the fact that i quit rap

The jager in my cup is licorice black

To the rigors of the industry

And i'm going to embalm my creativity

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed