This is a song about "You dont even have a producer"

But you can't act like i'm a has been when you never even have been

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

We dont even fuck with what you bring

Hating my macking, they asking

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Im tearing up this battle, i dont even have to get off my saddle,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,

I know every reaction you have even before you have it

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Even a golden ticket, won't get you no pedestal so here is your memento have it,

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Dont you think even if theyre not perfect they deserve a kiss

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Even haters dont want to know you