This is a song about "Waiting for my man"

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Waiting for it to end

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Damn... i guess i'm waiting for my whole body to rot,

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something