This is a song about "Waitin on it"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

The haters are lickin' their fingers, waitin' for my album,

Offline they just a pussy waitin to get fucked up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

No patience never waitin condo in south cali no she bankin'

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Every day waitin like time don't past

Unify them, mob through, take over and

If you feel it, it must be real just

He waitin patient a mental patient

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Turn it over, now i'm on,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john