This is a song about "Stuggles with life but came up and became famous"

But i talked to her and we became friends walked her home that day even received a text,

Don't give me any crap talk, there's a lot in excess, i might just travel west

Don't get me wrong, i'd love to go and sign with famous labels,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Me? i came out all battered up, skin tattered and taped

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

To get rich and famous,

She can make a pimp fall in love

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

But instead we ignored the students and became rap mutants

But my words became missiles and then i bombed it/

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

But its my day to day life now, livin without my wife now. cancer up and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

And ride with a star, yeah i told her that im famous