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

But now invisible cells around your brain

Even with the money and the fame

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

How many kids you know with scars on there arms at the age of ten?

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Get the sense of rejection here

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans