This is a song about "People who doubted me"

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

The underdog of the underground has come far

Hungry is what i titled to people who feed me with knowledge

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

People who agreed with you fuck them all,

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

All these people who were trying to make me believe there were no bright times in sight

People who care about each other make me hurl

Now i’m stuck here hollerin' at old girl

Two sports references of people who are important

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

To all the rappers who forgot me or doubted me