This is a song about "Runway model"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Up to a nigga. what type of role model am i? i love my brotha and i don't want

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Now in a year i can see me on rip the runway,

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow