This is a song about "Singing when you want to"

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

People always want to judge you,

I want to be everything to you

Raised by a momma who, who

Just put your hand on the glass

And you just want to get to class

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Most haters dont want to see you alive

When you want attention you turn to the screen and write like ur in a competition,

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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

A good person just to get credit when you want something

I want to go back to when eminem was slim

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

They say we living in troubled times