This is a song about "Star in the making"

America's mirror, making it in pelican's tare, reaping the shallow, leaving the

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Got a new belt after making a mess in the ring

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

My life is in between the rhymes making a statement breaking free

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

The voices making noises constant rings in my head,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Leaving everyone just star-struck in awe

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

A ghetto in the making.

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

From a third world country to a star in the booth

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

He's out making product move with the cops in hot pursuit,