This is a song about "You don t have a rap carrear"

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

But i'm miles away, i pound the cake, you can't rap cause you have a bellyache,

Homie you don't have a girl nor a dick plus your rap made me sick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here