Self Noted

A lot of difficulty day by day it's harder with these games

But I could give you the play by play

If hip hop was my wife, then she'd be Rachel Ray

She always cookin' something up no matter what the flavor tastes

Trapped in the labyrinth of uncertainty

The palette swap converted into a colorful burgundy

Not knowing where my next paycheck is hurting me

But I bet this country's history was built like that purposely

Or maybe I'm complaining too much

Sittin' waitin' on this interview that came to do lunch

I was trying to be patient, homie never showed up

But no love was even lost, so I had to roll up