I’ve lost hours, days, weeks, months, and years off of dedicating time to making this music thing work. Time with my daughter and everything. But I know that it will all work out and be worth it.

So there’s a short story that goes with this one. Before I got this beat and started writing this song, me and the producer of the song, Grussle, were in the Adams Morgan section of DC, checking out a Random Axe (Sean Price, Black Milk, & Guilty Simpson) show. We decided to head back home after the show and on the way there, we hit this traffic circle in the city. 2 exits after we got on, a speeding car was coming in from another exit, at least 90 MPH. Grussle saw it at the last minute and hit his brakes. The other car missed us by inches, sped in front of us from right to left, and hit a tree. The person driving that car had to have either been dead already and lost control of the car, or was drunk and lost control and died on impact. Either way, if the car had hit us, it definitely would have killed one or both of us, and I know it would have killed me because it would have the passenger side where I was riding. I immediately started writing when I got home, and the result was this song and the outro for my album, “I Wonder”.

Every time I make these songs, I’m simply giving you everything I have, and despite all the pain and struggle that comes with it, I love it all for what it is, because no matter what, my life is mine.

In this “dumb-it-down” era of hip-hop, sometimes people feel like I’m preaching in my rhymes when I’m simply speaking knowledge as a dude that’s living and just telling my experience. So to them, I say “stop reaching”, or making it more than what it is.

The same way a bullet has the potential to kill a person before someone pulls the trigger, I have the potential to kill the game once that door opens for me.

Everyone asks what sound the DMV has, and no one has any real answer for it. It’s very diverse, from Wale to Oddisee to Fat Trel to RDGLDGRN, it’s just all very different, so at times, these people from the outside try to say we don’t have an identity. We do, it’s just all creative.

Also, the MVA is Maryland’s version of every other state’s Department of Motor Vehicles, where you would get an ID for your “identity”.

I’m repping for PG County, Maryland in this rap game. Not enough people doing that right now.

The rap game is fickle, man. As Jay-Z said on “Meet The Parents”: “first they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again”. Not to throw shots (because I actually do like his music) but the perfect recent example of this would be, say, Charles Hamilton. Dope artist, made some questionable moves, now they won’t let him back in the game.

When a dead body decomposes, it’s not rare for locusts to eat at the body. In comparison, there’s more than a few rappers' careers in the exact same state, due to whatever reasons.

This line connects to the last, basically saying that I know the hate will come while I’m on this run to success, but it’s okay, I’ll take it in stride. It doesn’t bother me. The win is all that matters.