This is a song about "So where are the other 200"

Where all the babylon plants are under my hand

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Are you other mc's enjoying the view from behind?

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Preach to the other kids who are just like me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Her mother on the other hand wasn't so good

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

The other rappers are just alright,

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

The station where all the rap generals are at

Well, the club bout to hear this song

50m's in the bank, i get me 200, i'm gone

That the skies are where you'll find me, you'd be elated

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit