This is a song about "Position submission admission delusion illusion"

Blow up and being in a position

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

But whatever your position may be, never go into submission

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Cripple with delusion

Car seats got screens in them

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Morphed into an illusion like a vivid mirage

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

I vote for my own submission,

You just working with the scraps you was given

Blow up and being in a position

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

New admission ticket given to this hero

What up girl, tell me how you been

Now you mention, my position,