This is a song about "15 n goin to the roy"

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Don't even sleep, the cheeba goin' keep me dreaming, i'm faded

Shout to the clouds n the rain

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Am i goin insane, or is it the mental state of my brain

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

You strap on the cape 'n mask, trying to end the joker's laugh.

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Cause i came to rain n' evaporate like smoke n' spark trees.

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out