This is a song about "Wanting to be a famous rapper"

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

You will never have the ability or stability to be a decent rapper,

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Wanting to be somebody with a 4 figure salary n' getting paid hourly.

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I don't want you to have my permit yet

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

I just wannabe an inspiration, i want to be known as a rapper of the new generation,

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin