This is a song about "Publicity"

You'll lose all your publicity and will feel alone cause you decided to blow it out of the water,

My hands pulled apart from each other and feeling pleasantly numb as masochistic torture

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Publicity my enemy and the one thing i really need

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Tracks amplified emceeing for publicity in a calmer manor, hammered petes tongs