This is a song about "On the set"

My god has the traps set

Like sally mae on college debt

You is not hip then i can not coach her

We about to set your shit on fire

The towel? feel like throwin in the whole bathroom set.

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

See me on the television set, warrants everywhere

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Hatred in a heart already set on repair.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there