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

Over the face of rejection,

Double mg not to mention

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Cause being in here is all 'bout your hard work

I'll take her home and do her like homework

Live in distrust & rejection

First off congratulations on the win

Even with the money and the fame

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Work hard with the pen and pad

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"