This is a song about "Rejection get there in the end money fame hard work emotional scars"

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Ain't there to help when caught in an emotional whirlwind

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Even with the money and the fame

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

I work hard, nigga put in work

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Get the sense of rejection here

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art