This is a song about "Thing full of modders"

Full of myself, but still hungry

And there is no chemistry

I'm activated by the moves your making

Of people saying the same thing

Like a line full of hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

My records sell, yes sir

Its always full of horror

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Belly full of paper bills

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

My personality is full of criminality

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

And if you light skin you might want to be careful