This is a song about "The embers i ve become"

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

I really dont want you to become deranged.

As i come off as best, above the rest, others become depressed,

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Meaning fuses tears when guns become the soldiers,

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

I become psychotic without you, i become insane,

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I can baffle the smartest and become your favorite artist,

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

We' ve got opportunities to create

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

Winning an oscar as i'm preaching my embers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse