This is a song about "The x factor"

I'm on deck i'm up next

So get ready for the pain! x2

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

I wish drugs were never a factor, that wasn't my plan

Graduate as a master in fact a big factor

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

You a prankster and im the it factor

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

That's why, the chase is on [x3]

A coward dies a thousand deaths

For the family and my friends when life fades away (x2)

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Money long from here to japan

I ain't an x-man, im the fucking next man