This is a song about "The 12 charactieristic of a entreprenuer"

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Yo, it was a year of high hopes, learning the ropes,

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

The essence of my mind, the essence of a crime

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

I was on a bottom of the pile gettin' stomped

Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

I never smiled as a juvenile

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/