Count Bass D and DJ Pocket - #Catch22 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(DJ Pocket)
I'm in a catch 22
Afro American or black
Do I sell weed or crack
Should I fit the description or change the preminition
Of living in danger trying to let go of this anger
Just to be more angler, check the second definition
Get it how I gotta use alcohol like ammunition
Some use weed I tend to over-indulge
So I hang with a shorty who rub 'till my pants bulge
Can't divulge much, cut back on tweeting
Now I make music every fucking evening
More than an afternoon my thought I be tweaking
New pimp game intacts words I be speaking
A backstage nigga chillin with a killer
Just one zero away from my seventh figure
My stocks rise when activitys increased
Got princes cut shining 'bout to cop another pricey piece

(Count Bass D)
Its very simple and plain
Catch 22, the price of fame
Pressure to look fly, pressure to lie
Keep the illusion up way past bankrupt
Whats up nigga long time no speak
Don't talk about my album if you copped the leak
Don't post shit on your blog when you copped a leak
You ain't promoting my music you're promoting yourself
You may mean well but I don't want that help
I remain in the shadows addicted to stealth
And no, I'm not watching the Grammys understand me
I be banging out mad beats that stampede (staying P?)
Your lyrics dont succed cause you dont read
Mean mugging niggas like you dont bleed
Milenium rap money is chicken feed
Its all about the love, its all about the speed
If you in it for the greed you'll lose garuanteed
I'm a keep spitting game care less how you proceed
Yeah I said it, get mad at me
Fuck your Bandcamp and you desperate ass tweets