This is a song about "A band i ll have coming over to my house on september sixteenth"

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

I'm coming at you under a false pretense, 'cause i have to pretend

At least i have my own house and a car!

You know...you know who you are

Look over to my side and a bitch is what i find

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I need a jail house to free my dogs

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Yea i have a career stretching and its like a rubber band

That i have to respond wearing my suit on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Smoking on water vapor i'm the only savior no a boy band but i got mindless

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love