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

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

They were my influence to write dope,hard,emotional raps every day

Im in it for the money

We're living in a fantasy

Live in distrust & rejection

What up girl, tell me how you been

Over the face of rejection,

Double mg not to mention

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

But when i get in the rhythm eventually end up spitting

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

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

In this game you'll have to live with rejection,

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception