This is a song about "When you re a rockstar"

From hollywood to the hood

I don't give a damn when you look

I re-sign that bullet with your name with a peace sign

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

What if i don't want their protection what if i want a re election

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Now some people might find this weird but you re not really scared

Either as big as a rockstar, or as blood hits the stone,

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home