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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

Even with the money and the fame

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

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

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

But when i get in the rhythm eventually end up spitting

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Over the face of rejection,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them