This is a song about "A kid having a hard life"

Chasing money in the city of crime

Yeah, we just having a good time

If your having a bad day

I have so much to say

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Resin sharing with a dick kid

I’m crimson color painted

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Didn't live a hard life so you don't have to step in my shoes