This is a song about "Saying grounded"

Saying that we need some changes

On the slow jam of love

Playing with my heart, saying

That photograph is fading

Saying life's a piece of cake

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Y'all just keep saying wow

And y'all dead now

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

She keep me grounded just like a pillar,

People saying where your head been, even though i'd been saying

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But call me uncle, yeah uncle cam

Ain't saying anything but damn

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

While psychologists prod and probe and keep saying