This is a song about "The path to stardom"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

What influenced me to rap, it's more like who helped me go to this path.

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

And until then i'm building a path to reflect the worst

This path i choose to walk alone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

To show my signs of stardom rise on a basis

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And that they dont who they are but this will lead them back to the right path

Alot of delay, well i guess its a waste such ass makes the path to aftermath,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem

You're fit to be clown, a joke who's hopin for stardom

The rappin' dope path both our favorite

Or you can do better on some hate shit