This is a song about "Whore let me be me"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Me that i need and breath, if i let you go i'd be on my knees not knowing

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Fuck with me some more and im kill this whore,

And you ain't gotta go to war

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Let me be angry or sad, that gets my rap into the cash.

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Let me know when you get enough props to be noticed

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

People be goin' like "let me through man excuse you"

You know...you know who you are

Let me be your rap teacher