What's The Reason?

What's the reason?
Is it because I rather accept intricacy before simplicity?
Or is it my walk, or the way that I talk?
You see, all I see is barbies on MTV
Or the same old scenes on BET
Let's not forget the pretenders on twitter
I rather just go get it, because I am a go-getter
Yeah, I remember when my luck fucked up
But my ambition never gave up
It was too jaded, it never faded ...
So you tell me what's the reason?
Is it because I rather be committed
Than just having sex and acquitted?
Cause all I see today is spreaded legs
And niggas using they wrong heads
Oh I see... 
It must be me
It's because I'm strong-minded and not simple-minded
Or the car I drive... rather than my drive
It's because I rather have dreams and a vision
Than a lack of ambition
And when I finally reach the clouds
You'll be stuck trying to figure out how
And I'll no longer be asking what's the reason
Instead, you'll be contemplating during four seasons