This is a song about "The graceful forums made in forumotion"

But now in the end i understand that it made me tougher

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Made in the underworld where the ghetto girls creep

To not die in sorrow cause of all the mistakes that i made

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

I always made sure there was a small space around like i was in the wrong place

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Y'all made the koran look like waste, for the sake that they believe in

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

I've made it in the building

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Made money off the white without touching the soft, i'm in there