This is a song about "When you and your family were poor then became famous in an compet"

And then maybe the poor will survive, then hold the throne,

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I despise you, kill your family and admire, hearts desire,

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Then when your on that stage and you here the crowd all shout

And you knew it in your mind when you saw her

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'll bust you in your jaw and then i'll kick you in yo chin.

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

And if you wanna be famous, put your hands in my anus

Your clan with power and then an instrument,

About disaster in the world and