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

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Even haters dont want to know you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

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

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

I bet that mirror gon show you

I bet you don't even have a clue,

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

We dont even fuck with what you bring

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

But i dont have that answer and you know that is true,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

How you getting in debt when you dont have a pot to piss in

A writer, producer, actor, rapper, an emcee

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready