This is a song about "Sucessful eaching programming"

I'm in my bedroom on my small bed, just typing up lines,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I'm a man, i'mma make a new plan

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless

Glorifying puppets like jay-z to push agendas,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

So this shit’s gotta stop ‘cuz it’s an endless cycle

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

Like as if i didn’t know man

Still trouble lurks as foes plot and plan