This is a song about "Why cant he see what is right in front of him"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

So he takes a dick pic, but its so small you cant see it in the image

In front of the pastor

You gon' tip her

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Like were right infront of you cant you see

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I'm already running in. what exactly is keeping him? do you know what we were in?

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

"this kid can't have him in his sights, he can't compare to what he writes"

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

I drive that all around

Why, why is he tripping down?

And the boy right here, is he hot or is he cold? why not both?

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close