Tax problems, man this shit aggravating
All these cameras on me, I quit masturbating
Media make my image degrading
Industry make my image start fading
Bitches on me, I cannot start dating
They just keep on waiting, for more
What for?
Till' I pass out overdose on the floor
Or till' I'm hanging above it by a cord
I declare war on the industry
Now there go all my enemies, assembling, attempting to get rid of me
Shit for me
I got more money than my full family history, but what do it mean?
(Yeah, what do it mean?)
I got bands
I want friends helping hands when I'm on the land
No more crying, I'm inspiring
I'm aspiring to a man who has lived through this shit
New to this shit, need some hints bitch
Someone snitch this to me before it go through me
F*ck it I'll split a doobie with a newbie
Light it red, red like a Kyuubi
Kyuubi inside of me