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

But the limitation has been re-illustrated, a situation,

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

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

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Wishing for a new re-dition have them regret

So let me re-frame like a old picture wit a new face

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that